CHAPTER 20
TANGLED QUIET
LILY
My body feelsweightless in Dylan’s arms as he carries me to the bedroom, each step causing me to sway gently side to side. My heart races, pounding a staccato rhythm deep in my chest. His warmth seeps through my clothes, teasing my skin like a physical representation of the simmering heat between us. It lingers just below the surface, ready to erupt. I close my eyes, letting the sensation take over, surrendering to the moment.
When he sets me down gently on my feet, the air between us feels charged, electric. Before I can fully steady myself, he spins me to face him. His dark eyes lock onto mine, their intensity stealing my breath. Hunger burns in his gaze, sending a shiver down my spine, and his hand comes up to cup my cheek. His thumb brushes softly over my skin, igniting sparks with his gentle touch as he tilts my chin up.
We linger there, suspended in the quiet, his gaze searching mine as though waiting for something—a confession, an invitation, a surrender.
I don’t hesitate.
My hand lifts to his face, fingers tracing the rough stubble along his jaw before sliding to the back of his neck. I pull him closer, a small smile tugging at my lips. His wolfish grin, full of promise and heat, makes my pulse race.
His mouth crashes down on mine, and I meet him with equal fervor, my lips parting under the pressure of his kiss. He tastes intoxicating—familiar yet thrilling—and I melt into him, my body instinctively pressing closer. His hands are everywhere, threading through my hair, gripping the back of my head, pulling me to him as though the space between our bodies is unbearable.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging gently as our tongues collide in a dance of need. His kiss is urgent, claiming, but filled with an unspoken tenderness that makes my chest tighten.
His hand slides down my back, gripping my waist before slipping lower to cup my ass, pulling me tightly against his hard body and throbbing cock. I moan softly in response; the sound muffled by his mouth. My core aches, craving more. Craving friction.
As if he can read my mind, Dylan nudges his knee between my legs, parting them slightly, and the pressure against my clit has me arching into him further.
In the background, faint chords of guitars and Jax’s low voice drift in from the living room, a raw, unpolished melody that blends seamlessly with the rhythm building between us.
I move my hips, grinding slowly against Dylan’s leg, matching the beat of the music. Each movement sendswaves of heat through my body, the delicious friction building a need that feels impossible to satisfy.
His grip on my waist tightens, his breath hot against my lips as he whispers, “You’re driving me insane.”
“I need more,” I whisper back, my voice trembling with want.
A predatory smile tugs at his lips as he grips my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me to the bed, his movements steady and deliberate. He lowers me gently onto the mattress. The soft light filtering through the curtains casts shadows over his sharp features, and for a moment, I just stare up at him, my breath catching at the intensity in his gaze.
He leans down, his hands framing my face as he kisses me again, slower this time, savoring every second. His lips trail down my neck, leaving a path of heat in their wake. I arch into him, desperate for more of his touch.
His hands skim the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and discarding it carelessly. The cool air sends a shiver across my skin, but his warm touch chases it away. His lips follow the path of his hands, kissing and nipping at my collarbone, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin along the curve of my breasts.
“Dylan,” I gasp, my fingers threading through his hair again as he takes one nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak.
He grins against my skin, his hands sliding to the waistband of my pants. In one swift motion, he tugs them off along with my panties, leaving me bare beneath him. His eyes roam over my body, dark with hunger and something deeper, making my cheeks flush.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice rough and filled with reverence.
I curl up into a seated position and tug at the hem of his shirt, wanting to appreciate his body. He pulls it over his head with one-handed. My fingers trace the hard lines of his chest, the taut muscles rippling under my touch. My gaze drinks in the inked lines that create delicate designs covering his body. The heat between us builds, electric and undeniable.
His hand slides between my thighs, parting them gently. His fingers stroke over my core, teasing and testing, before pressing firmly against my clit. My hips arch into his touch as a moan escapes my lips, raw and needy.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, his voice laced with wicked teasing.
“Yes,” I breathe, the word trembling from my lips. “Please, Dylan.”
He slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, his palm grinding against my clit with every movement. My body responds immediately, heat pooling low in my belly as waves of pleasure build steadily. His gaze never leaves mine, his eyes dark and intense, grounding me in the moment.
As I teeter on the edge, he replaces the palm of his hand with his mouth. Kneeling before me, his tongue flicks against my center, teasing and tasting until I’m gasping his name. My body trembles as the release washes over me, the pleasure so overwhelming it feels like I’m floating.
But he doesn’t stop there.
He climbs back up, dragging me further onto the bed with him and kissing me deeply as he positions himselfbetween my legs. The weight of him, the heat, the connection—it’s everything I need and more. He enters me slowly, his movements deliberate and controlled, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper.
