Chapter 46

46

W hen I booked the hotel, I didn't stop to research; I just picked the closest one and paid, knowing I would have spent an exorbitant amount just to have him inside me five minutes faster.

"You weren't kidding about being in a hurry, were you?" Dylan asks, laughing as I put the car into park thirty seconds after pulling out of the parking lot.

"You have no idea." Three minutes later, he's pressing me against the side of the elevator, and we're making out, our heartbeats in sync, lust a heady drug pounding through our systems. We collide with every wall on the way to our room, my knee hooked around his waist here, his hand up my shirt there. By the time we're crashing through our door, my top is lying forgotten in the hallway, and his pants are riding low on his hips. I'm pulling his shirt over his head before the door closes, pressing my palms to the hard planes of his chest, smooth skin jumping beneath my touch, his breath trembling against my temple. I take a deep breath, trying to get a hold of myself and reel it back.

"Don't," he rasps, cupping my face between his hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks. "Don't hold back. I want all of you, Freckles. "

God. How does he already know exactly what I need to hear? "It doesn't scare you?" I whisper, dropping my gaze.

"Does what scare me?"

"This–this desperation. This ache." I press my hand to my chest, words escaping me.

"How can it scare me when I feel the same way?"

Words disappear as we stare into each other's eyes, desperate need flowing between us like electricity. He holds my gaze as he dips his head, brushing his lips over mine in the most tender of caresses. I curl my fingers into his hair, sinking into him as we deepen the kiss. He hoists me into his arms, fingertips digging into my ass, holding me close. He presses me into the wall, freeing his hands, and kisses me like I'm the most important thing in his life. A treasure he's spent a lifetime looking for, and now that he's found it, he's never letting go. I lose myself in his sighs, the whispers of his touch, the soft insistence of his lips, the scrape of his teeth.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough," he says, his breath trembling against my ear. He presses kisses to my jaw, my neck, and the hollow of my throat. I squirm against him, trying to get impossibly closer.

"I need you in me," I groan, not recognizing the throatiness of my voice.

"I know, love. Soon." He carries me to the bed and gently lays me down, slowly removing the rest of my clothing. His touch is soft. Reverent.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Isla," he breathes, wrapping a strand of red hair around his finger, marveling at the color.

"Dylan–"

"Let me worship you, Isla." He pulls away from my greedy fingers, holding me down as he kisses his way from freckle to freckle, creating constellations on my skin. Shooting stars cloud my vision with every brush of his lips, every touch of his tongue. My thighs open for him as he lowers his knees to the floor, squeezing and massaging my flesh as he works his way to the very heart of me.

"I could spend a lifetime between your legs, Isla. Those little sounds you make. The way you move beneath my hands. Beneath my tongue." He licks a path up my slit, flattening his tongue when he gets to my clit and sliding it back and forth over me, chuckling as I squirm beneath him.

"How do you feel about breaking out some of the things I bought today?" he asks, his lips moving against me.

"As long as you get me there, I don't care," I pant. He keeps me right on the edge, so close to tumbling over that I can't catch my breath.

"Don't move." He presses a kiss between my legs before standing. I throw my arm over my eyes, breathing deeply as I listen to him open boxes; then the water is running, the whisper of his pants falling on the floor, the bed dipping beneath his weight.

"Let me see," I say, peeking at him.

He holds up the smaller of the butt plugs and a vibrating wand. "You can still say no."

"I don't think that word is in my vocabulary when it comes to the three of you."

"Turn over for me, beautiful." I flip over onto my stomach, goosebumps racing over my body as the low sound of his desire surrounds me. He grips my waist and pulls me back so my ass is in the air, and then his mouth is on me, stealing my soul.

"Fuck, Dylan," I moan, pressing back against his face, my entire body shuddering. He stands, my protest dying on my lips as he pulls me to the edge of the bed, notching his cock at my entrance and slamming into me with a choked sound. He stretches me like nobody has before, filling parts of me I didn't realize were empty.

"I swear you were fucking made for me," he says, rolling his hips.

"Dylan," I beg, so close.

"Not yet. I need you close so I don't hurt you, but you're not allowed to come yet. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I groan, pressing back against him. "Just hurry." His low chuckle skates up my spine, my back arching as if he commanded it, giving him easy access .

"Relax and breathe deep," he instructs, his palm warm on my ass cheek.

I clench all my muscles, loosening them one by one until I'm sure everything is as relaxed as possible, then nod my head as I take a deep breath. I tremble as he squirts lube onto me, my body jerking as he circles my ass with the plug, then slowly puts pressure on it, easing it in slowly.

"You're doing so well, Isla. Breathe."

I focus on taking long, slow breaths as he slides the plug in, the feeling of fullness like nothing I've ever experienced. I clench the comforter in my fists, pushing back, my body strung tight as a bow.

"Fuck," I groan into the mattress, my limbs trembling as my body strains against him.

"Good girl, Isla. God, I wish you could see the way you move. You're so fucking sexy."

The reward centers in my brain go off like I just won the billion-dollar jackpot. I rock forward and then slam back onto him, my reality slowly narrowing until the only thing that exists is the way he stokes the flames of my orgasm with his perfect cock. He anchors himself with one hand on my hip and reaches around with the other, circling the pads of his fingers over my clit. I take him all the way in and then rock forward, dragging my clit over his fingers, then back again. I squeeze tight around his cock, his answering groan sending tremors through me, sky-high flames of a wildfire burning me alive.

"There she is, my very own Aphrodite," Dylan whispers, his voice deep and raspy with desire. "Yes," he groans as he thrusts hard, his fingertips digging into my hip. He pulls out so suddenly I don't have time to protest, flipping me onto my back and tossing me higher on the bed. He shoves a pillow beneath my hips, and then he's on top of me. In me. His eyes lock on mine as he catalogs every expression I make, every bite of my lip, every roll of my eyes, stoking the flames higher and higher. We combust, rutting against each other, wringing out every drop of pleasure until he collapses on top of me, our skin slick, lungs battling for air .

"Fucking hell, Freckles," he pants, his breath puffing against my neck. "I've never had sex like that before."

"Like what?"

"All consuming. So fucking perfect I could cry."

I cup his face, staring into those big brown eyes, letting myself get lost in the joy and happiness radiating between us. "I love you, Dylan," I whisper, kissing him as I blink away the tears welling in my eyes.