She only nodded and started the Jeep.
We rode back quietly, sexual tension buzzing between us. The push-pull we had going with our hearts and heads was immune to our attraction. Our bodies didn’t care if this was a vacation thing or not.
“If it’s okay with you,” Rylan said, staring out the windshield at the dark road, “I’d rather go back to my place. There’s nothing wrong with my going to your villa, but I want to avoid the optics.”
I turned my head, enjoying the view of her long hair being whipped by the wind. Reaching over, I brushed a strand behind her ear. “Whatever you want. I don’t want to ever make you uncomfortable.”
We pulled up in front of the Grand, and Rylan killed the engine. As she returned the keys to the valet, I lingered by the pathway toward the pool, unsure of myself for a minute until she returned and we started walking toward her villa.
As we wound down the path, we were quiet, an unfamiliar energy sizzling between us. Finally, when we passed the pool, I risked taking her hand in mine and squeezing. She squeezed back, giving me the reassurance I didn’t know I needed. My heart pounded until we reached her door, and then it felt like it might burst.
When she picked up a potted plant and grabbed her keycard from beneath it, I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re not going to leave that out there now, are you? For anyone to swing by and interrupt us?”
She shook her head as she swiped us in, then waved the keycard in the air before setting it down on a table.
“Something to drink?” she asked, looking at me with wide eyes and naturally long lashes.
Rylan was the furthest thing from a high-maintenance Junior Leaguer. Stunning in her own right, easygoing and fun, yet able to sling snark, she was a breath of fresh air to an oxygen-starved man like me.
I stared at her for a beat or three, absorbing her beauty as I soaked in the sexual tension swirling around us. “No drink.”
Each of us holding our breath, we moved together like two magnets unable to resist the pull.
“This okay?” I asked, and she whispered, “Yes.”
Her ass met the wall as our mouths slammed together. I hitched up her leg like earlier, and she wrapped it around my waist and dug her heel into my ass.
Our kiss was messy and hungry. I nipped at her bottom lip, and my tongue found entrance into her mouth. She pushed harder with her heel, allowing my hardness to find friction in her middle.
Hardly able to breathe, I didn’t care. I kept kissing Rylan harder, and she met me in spades. An undeniable hunger, a need to feast on each other, pushed us further.
Suddenly, there were too many clothes, and I ran my palm up Rylan’s already hiked-up dress and pulled it off. Then my lips traveled down her cheek to her neck, sucking and nipping all the way to her tiny bra camisole thing—I didn’t know the exact name for it, but it was hot as hell.
We slipped for a moment, and her foot lost its purchase on my ass. When it hit the floor, I mumbled, “You good?”
She gasped out, “Yes, please don’t stop,” and I didn’t.
Snagging the lace fabric over her nipple, I tugged it down and sucked, and Rylan moaned as she tugged at my hair. I repeated it on the other side before falling to my knees in front of her.
Faced with the smooth tanned skin of Rylan’s flat stomach, I traced a path around her navel with my tongue before dropping lower and inhaling all of her. Tangy and sweet, her scent filled my senses, and I wanted all of it.
As I traced my tongue along the seam of her tiny G-string, her head fell back into the wall, and I took it as a good sign. Moving her panties to one side, I explored her heat with my tongue.
“Ad,” she moaned, and then, “Oh God. Please, God.”
Once I found her spot, I kept at it, laving it and then warming it with my hot breath. Rinse and repeat. She shook and shivered as my palm found the back of her ass to hold her in place so I could ravage her.
It didn’t take her long to come undone in my mouth—not nearly long enough. I could have done that all night.
As I was thinking it, Rylan sank to her knees in front of me and shoved my body up. Her fingers made quick work of my shorts, dropping them to the floor.
“Commando,” she murmured with a smile.
I reached down and tilted her face toward mine. “You’re so beautiful,” I mumbled as her fingers encircled my length and squeezed.
It was my turn for my head to fall back as her mouth ghosted my length and her hand continued to work me. She took her time, driving me into a frenzy with the delicate suck of her lips and the hard grasp of her fingers until finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I slid from her mouth and stood, yanking my shirt off before picking her up. She hummed with pleasure, tightening her legs around my waist as I walked us toward her bedroom.