Biting his lip, I whisper, “I think this is my favourite ride.”
“Mine too,” he adds as he comes down to nip my neck before bringing his lips back up to mine. He looks around us, noting that from where we are, no one can see into our car. We’re perfectly angled and hidden, and the sides of the car are high enough to cover our bottom halves. Slowly,carefully, he unbuttons my jeans, pulls the zipper down, and runs his finger along my bare skin before moving his hand down my pants and finding me wet and waiting for him. “Mmm,” he hums as his finger runs along my slit. “You’re ready for me.”
“I am,” I breathe as he slips one, then two fingers inside me, a gasp escaping from the pressure and feel of them, curling at the knuckles as they move up.
“Mine.” His voice is gravel as he thrusts in and out of me, torturously slowly, causing me to whine for more. “I love that you’re mine and I’m yours,” he says as his thumb finds my clit and rubs languid circles over my most sensitive spot.
“I love that too,” I say as I feel the pleasure building, wanting nothing more than to release from me. “I-I’m close, Dyl.”
“That’s my girl. Come on my fingers.” He keeps pumping, kissing my neck and lips and anywhere his mouth can find, while the ride continues to stop and start. “Be quiet for me, okay?”
“Okay.” I bite down on my lip and sigh out as my toes threaten to curl, and my lower body starts to quiver from the rolling orgasm that’s ready to slip out. I grab his free hand, squeezing it, hoping it helps keep me quiet. His mouth crashes into mine, and my breath hitches as he keeps going, the world around me spinning even faster than the ride we’re on. Just as it’s ready to pour out of me, the car jerks forward and doesn’t stop again like it had been. We’re making our way to the bottom, and Dylan has to bring his hand back to his lap, a whine falling out of my lips. “I was so close,” I say.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you.” His fingers glisten under the lights of the Ferris wheel. He bringsthem up to my parted lips, and I take them in my mouth, sucking them clean, before his teasing grin grows and he kisses me again. “I can’t wait to taste you when we get home,” he whispers, and I whimper. “And make you scream my name when you come.”
He zips my jeans back up and does the button for me, giving me a kiss on the cheek before adjusting himself slightly in his seat. “Lucy Brooks, if only you knew what you did to me.”
I lean into him and close my eyes. I like to think I have an idea.
When we make it back to the bottom, the car stops, and we hop off, sneaking looks at each other and lost in our own little world together, not caring one bit about how dishevelled we both must appear.
“Should we head home?” Dylan asks coyly, and I nod in agreement. We grab one more candy apple for the road and head back to the car.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
We barely make it inside the lighthouse in one piece.
Dylan has me shoved against the back door outside, hands raking up the side of my body and his mouth glued to mine. We sigh into each other and break apart only for him to unlock the door with fumbling hands and bring us inside. I stand in the main level and smile as I drop my cardigan on the ground and undo my jeans, letting them slide down my legs and fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, I peel off my buttery-soft tank top and stand in front of him, bare-chested with only a thong on. The look he gives me is ravenous as he lightly trails his index finger down the middle of my chest, between my breasts.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Lucy,” he says as he gazes up and down the length of my body, taking in all my imperfections and seeing them as beautiful. He sees me for who I truly am and loves me for it. For all the things money can’t change. My flaws and my faults. His hands trace the curves of my waist and the lines on my upper thigh where my stretch marks live. I can seehow hard he is under his jeans, and all I want is to feel him inside me. I want the stretch from his cock as it pushes deep into me.
Bending down, he takes my perked nipple in his teeth, offering a light pinch that causes the skin around it to tingle. Flicking it with his tongue before moving on to the next one. Then, getting on his knees, he grabs the waistband of my underwear and yanks it down in one rough movement. Like he can’t bear the thought of clothing covering my skin anymore. I lift one foot, then the other, and he tosses my thong across the room. A laugh escapes me until his mouth finds my clit, and he sucks on it. My knees want to buckle, but I manage to hold myself steady, spreading wide to give him even more access to me.
He groans as he swipes my sensitive skin with his tongue, fingertips pressing into my thighs hard enough to leave a mark. Good. I hope he does. I want to permanently tattoo every place on my body that he’s touched. Highlight every mark and bruise he makes so that I can always see them. I want the world to know he’s mine and I’m his.
“I need you,” I plead, and in one swift motion, he’s back up to a stand, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me up not one, but two flights of stairs to the third level, where his bedroom is. He tosses me on the bed and rips off his clothes until we’re both naked, facing each other.
I’m lying on my back, my head right in front of the headboard, and with a devilish look on his face, he plants himself on all fours at the end of the bed, slowly crawling toward me. As he inches closer, he emits a low growl as I flick my nipples, loving the show and also impatient for him to get to me. Once he climbs on top of me, I stroke his hard cock until he rubs it against my entrance, teasing me bypushing in just a little and then immediately pulling it right back out.
“Dylan,” I whine as he does it again, and I clench from how badly I want him all the way in.
His stare is pure sin as he growls, “Say,please,” and strokes himself, waiting.
“Please,” I beg, and his mouth pulls into a wicked grin before he finds my entrance once more and pushes into me all the way. Quick. Filling me completely, my body stretching for him, trying to make room so he can fit. I’m sweaty and aching, and it’s everything I could want. An addiction I never want to quit.
“That’s my girl,” he rasps as he pumps in and out of me, my back arching to take more. “You take my cock so well.”
His thumb finds my clit, and he watches himself touch me, my toes curling and arms grasping for something to hold on to as he draws those slow, languid circles I love so much. I feel my orgasm building for a second time tonight, even stronger than earlier. It builds fast, like someone lit a match to paper. From a slow burn to bursting heat and flames, it erupts, and I scream his name while it pours out of me. Dylan keeps his hold on me and then starts to grunt and writhe as he finishes too.
We stay there, him on top of me, arms wrapped around my waist, kissing for who knows how long. We might even doze off, because when I come to, he’s lying beside me, both of us above the covers, and the light from the stars and the moon casting a pale yellow glow on his face. He looks peaceful as his chest moves up and down with each calm breath he takes. I bite my nails as I stare, thinking how lucky I am to be loved by someone like him.
I head to the bathroom to clean up, and when I climb back into bed, I manage to slip us both under the thick,warm comforter. I nestle into him, and he instinctively wraps his arms around me, still fast asleep. If he’s the lighthouse, then I’m the ship that’s called to him, his light beam pulling me in. I never stood a chance out in the open ocean. Not when Dylan Hart was here waiting for me.
My brain wants to formulate a plan to deal with the fateful day we both know is coming, but I revel in the feel and scent of him, while the rhythm of his steady breaths lulls me back into a deep sleep.
A sleep without dreams, and for that, I’m thankful.
Chapter Forty
