The car ride was just as silent as before, but this time, the undercurrent of sex wafted through the cabin of Dylan's truck. I could feel the depth of his stare as we passed street after street.
My thighs scissored back forth, the anticipation of his heated promises playing tricks with every intimate part of me. Visions of the possible things we’d do to each other ran through my mind, giving me the most delicious visions.
He cleared his throat. "Here we are, sugar." He reached across to steady my leg. "We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for." His look sincere and open, made me question his earlier remark about secrets.
I swallowed and found my voice. It sounded foreign, like I was a different woman when I was with him. Softer some how, vulnerable even. "No—I mean, yes." I fumbled with my words. "I want this. I want you." My lips curved upward, my hand covering his and giving a slight squeeze. "C'mon, cowboy, let's see if you can rope in this wild girl."
I allowed a laugh to escape as I surveyed the slight shock on his face. He quickly masked it with hooded eyes and a smirk of his own.
"I don't know about rope, but I may have a pair of spurs." I laughed again, but this time it was more in shock. The seriousness of his tone made it funny and erotic all at the same time.
I didn’t have time to respond to his sexy little joke because Dylan turned quickly, as if he were on fire, and jumped out of the truck. He rushed around to my side of the cab. I was still smiling when he opened the door. "Sorry," he muttered as he helped me down, my shoe catching on the side-rail. "Watch your step, sugar."
I looked at him quizzically. "What are you apologizing for?" I watched his face change, like he suddenly realized he said it aloud.
"Oh, nothing." He shrugged, feigning nonchalance as we walked up the pathway to his brick apartment complex. It was an odd comment, considering we were about to get it on, but one he didn’t feel the need to explain. I let it go, other matters at the forefront of my mind.
I bumped his shoulder, side-glancing his direction with my demure smile in place. "You know, I won't tell anyone if you are into kinky shit." I casually commented as he unlocked the door. "Who knows, maybe it will be fun. I’ve never used spurs before." I winked and watched for his reaction, bouncing on the balls of my feet in anticipation.
His look was priceless as he opened the door to the sparsely furnished living room. "No, I was just…it was a joke." He ran his hands through his short hair and looked at me through lowered lashes. "I just wanted to hear you laugh. You have a beautiful laugh, Haven. The sound is like Heaven on Earth to me." His voice was low and unsure.
Closing the door behind us, he continued. "If I could catch that sound and have it be the only thing I heard for the rest of my life, it wouldn't be enough." He sighed, his face resigned. "I don't know if you—" he paused, his hand coming to rest on my cheek. "I don't know if I'll ever get enough of you. Any part of you, all of you." His eyes held both sadness and peace. I wanted to take it away and bask in it all at the same time.
At a loss for words, I did the best I could think of. I leaned forward and kissed him. I don't know if I caught him by surprise because at first he froze. I started to pull away but his arms came around my middle, locking me to him. His mouth blazing against mine, our tongues swirling in a passionate dance all of their own.
I started to pull away. The room seemed to close in on us and I couldn’t breathe.
Slow down, Haven.
"Don't stop, sugar," were the only words he managed to say before taking my mouth again. This time, more fluid, as if we could drift off into the night sky at any moment. His gentler approach soothed my overactive mind and quieted my racing heart.
We became a figure of two adjoined into one. It felt as if his soul touched mine, entwining us in more than just body. His breath was warm, buttery like whiskey but tasted fresh like mint, I wanted to devour him. His hands swept into my hair, I could feel his fingers running along my ebony tresses, “Your hair feels like black velvet, sugar. And it smells like raspberries and vanilla.” He inhaled deep and resumed his mouth on mine, his exhale into my mouth like oxygen I was starving for.
I looked forward to staying tangled in Dylan's arms. Actually, it was the best idea I could think of. If it weren't for his body being tethered to mine, I would've floated away into bliss by now. His dark blonde hair, soft and smooth, just grazed his collar. I wanted to play my fingers through the strands that tickled my knuckles. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, kiss him all over and enjoy the ecstasy his lips promised.