Chapter 15
Dakota
Whatever the fuck had sparked between us had the rest of the world feeling like nothing more than a muffled mess of distortion. I wasn’t committing to anything more than the present, at least… that was my intention.
Rhylan leaned into the car, one hand resting on the frame, the other gripping my chin with gentle fingers to lift my face toward his.
The way he looked at me, his eyes cataloging my features as if he’d been missing them for decades. A lover lost to nothing more than a vague memory. Passion-driven longing; the same infatuation described in romance stories.
Why was he looking at me like that?
“Rhylan, I don’t want—”
“Shh…” His thumb pressed against my lips, and suddenly I forgot what the fuck I was about to say.
“I’m gonna take you home, Wildcat, and give you exactly what you want.
” Rhylan pressed a soft kiss to the center of my forehead before shutting the passenger door and rounding the hood to his side of the truck.
The damp warmth of his lips lingered on my skin, and I fought every urge to touch the spot on my face. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, the blood rushing to my ears, and finger tips tingling with anticipation for what was to come.
He was so goddamn hot.
He was so fucking intense.
He was being so... intimate.
And now, with his hand possessively caressing the inside of my thigh, I found my sanity flying out the window as we sped down the freeway and into the darkness of the Tennessee countryside.
So much for keeping this casual… fuck.
After a short drive with quiet country music and his thumb drawing lazy circles along the side of my leg, Rhylan pulled through a hand-carved, wood archway to his home, a ranch in the middle of nowhere.
There were no city lights in sight, and very few on the main road. Almost total darkness as he parked in front of a massive farmhouse-style home with the porch and interior lights already on, as if his dream-worthy escape had been awaiting our arrival.
“This—this is where you live?” The breathless words escaped before I could stop myself, completely awestruck at the sight.
“She’s a bit much for some, but everything I’ll ever need.
” Rhylan rested his elbow on the center console, leaning toward me with his other hand draped over the steering wheel.
“Come on inside. I’ll give you the grand tour.
We’ll save my favorite room for last.” And with the wink he gave, I didn't have to guess which one that'd be.
We exited his truck and walked side by side along the natural stone walkway. I took a second to glance up at the night sky, a canvas painted with thousands of bright, twinkling stars. A view you could never get living in the city.
The closer we got to the front porch, the more obvious it became that most of the exterior was black, accented with dark-brown reclaimed oak posts and matching trim along the windows and entryway.
As I turned to look further down my right, Rhylan’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me and my mind to him before he opened the front door and dragged me inside. It was unsurprisingly just as breathtaking.
Aside from a single doorway leading off from the living room with a vaulted ceiling, the entire main level was open.
The walls, wide-plank wood flooring, and reclaimed-wood rafters complemented those of the exterior in the same shade of deep walnut.
And even though everything was decorated in various dark tones, none of it made the space feel small.
“On second thought.” Without warning, Rhylan lifted me to cradle in his arms before I could even attempt to remove my boots, carrying me through the living room and under an archway leading into the master bedroom that consumed nearly half the house.
“I changed my mind, your tour can wait ‘til morning. I’m suddenly finding myself very, very impatient.” He set me down at the foot of an Alaskan king bed, his hands cradling my hips as he hastily backed me up to the point of collapsing onto the mattress.
“Who said I’ll be staying that long? For all you know, I could be gone before dawn.” I quipped, my hands instinctively lifting to cup his cheeks, taking in the dark, rough stubble as it grazed against my palms.
The longer I studied his face, the more familiar he seemed; a light dusting of freckles extended across the bridge of his nose from one side of his face to the other. Why did this feel so natural? As if we’d been doing this for years?
“Well, unless you plan on stealing my truck, I don’t see any other way for you to leave the property without me.” True. Not like I knew his address… Oh shit. Tiff.
“H-Hold that thought.” Removing a hand from his face, I reached into my back pocket, the tips of my fingers latching onto and slowly pulling out my phone. “Just—one second…” Nothing better than ruining a moment for a text that could’ve been sent on the drive here.
I swiped open on the lock screen and, with quick fingers, sent a message to my sister, leaving the ten she’d already spammed me with on read. I’ll get back to those… later. As long as she knew I was safe and not dead in a back alley on Broadway, the details could wait.
Warmth crept up my side and then down my arm as Rhylan’s fingertips slipped into my palm. I dropped my phone to the floor, hearing the muffled thud on the rug as I returned my attention to the man I wanted to despise, but now finding every reason not to.
He gripped my hand before pinning it beside my head on the duvet; his other lifting my thigh to wrap over his hip, pulling one of my boots off in the process. Rhylan lowered his face, the tip of his nose dragging up the bridge of mine as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
“Your second’s up, Wildcat.” His words were a gravelly whisper as his lips pressed against my forehead, and I let myself melt into the sheets; eyelids falling shut, body trembling in suspense. “And I believe you once asked me what this mouth could do… I’m about to show you…”
My stomach fluttered and twisted; inner thighs tensing as I felt his hips lower, body following until his chest was nestled between my legs. He peppered light kisses along my stomach, letting go of my hand to unbutton my shorts and remove the other boot.
As my body tingled in anticipation, I shuddered as cool air brushed over every wet mark his lips left behind. Rhylan then curled his fingers beneath the waistband of my shorts, sliding them down, his mouth following the motion until all that stood between us was my dark red thong.
“Brace yourself…” He murmured against my skin before biting onto the damp lace, removing the last barrier in his path to my pussy. I dragged my fingers through his hair, lightly tugging at the strands as the tip of his tongue lightly grazed my clit.
My back arched off the bed, accompanied by a deep moan of pleasure as he played with me, using short, timed flicks that had me reeling for more. He pressed the pad of his tongue against my nerves, and a surge of vibration had me losing all forms of control.
Holy-mother-of-fuck.
There was coming undone, and then there was coming for him.
Without warning, stars burst in the corners of my eyes, never even feeling the buildup of my climax. My nails dug into his scalp, thighs gripping the sides of his head, holding on for dear life while I screamed his name, followed by a string of curses I’ve never felt the need to voice until now.
“Rhy-Rhylan…” I panted, light-headed, feeling a buzzing sensation in more places than one.
“What the fuck was that?” With a thick swallow, I lifted my head to peer down between my shaking legs, releasing him from their grasp.
He glanced up at me with a sinful smirk.
He winked, then parted his lips and stuck out his tongue, revealing a piercing that looked like a small oval pill.
“Vibrating tongue ring, Darlin’. Seems to make my pretty girl come pretty fuckin’ hard too, I see.
” He seductively licked his lips before flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue a few more times.
“So damn satisfying—” Flick. “Watching you fall apart for me. God damn, how I love the way you taste…” Fuck.
I almost choked on my saliva at his words, still reeling over the explosive pleasure that just wrecked my entire being within a matter of seconds.
More… More.
I wanted so much fucking more.
A chuckle bubbled up from my chest, and I bit my lip to hold it in, pulling his head back until our eyes were level.
“Don’t stop now, Cowboy. I want your face soaked, so I can taste myself on your lips while you come inside me… multiple times.”
He was a gateway drug, and I've been hooked from the very first dose.