DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Lila

Ryder backed me into the room until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I sat down automatically, legs parting slightly as he stepped between them. He hovered over me, hands braced on the mattress on either side of my hips, caging me in without touching yet. Our faces were inches apart.

I swallowed hard, eyes locked on his. His lips were swollen and dark red from our long, hot kiss in the doorway. They looked fuller, wet, and almost bruised in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. My own mouth tingled, still tasting him–mint and heat and something darker that made my stomach flutter.

He watched me just as intently, gray eyes dark and steady. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted one hand and trailed two fingers down the outside of my thigh. The touch was feather–light, barely there, but it sent a full–body shiver racing through me. My skin prickled. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his fingers. I gripped the sheets on either side of me, knuckles whitening, trying to steady my breathing.

He noticed. A small, knowing curve touched the corner of his mouth. Gently but firmly, he took my wrists and guided my hands up to his shoulders. I wrapped my arms around his neck without thinking, fingers sliding into the short hair at his nape. The shift brought our bodies closer–my chest brushing his bare one, my thighs cradling his hips. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my inner thigh through his shorts, thick and insistent, making my core clench with a sudden, aching need.

His free hand moved again, sliding down my stomach, under the waistband of my sleep shorts. I swallowed hard. Our gazes never broke. His eyes were pure heat–lustful, focused, almost reverent.

My heart hammered so fast I could feel it in my throat. This was wrong in every way. He was married to Delaney. He was supposed to be my uncle, even if only by marriage. But right then, with his body heat surrounding me and his fingers inching lower, I didn’t care. I wanted this. I liked this. I needed it.

He hooked two fingers into the side of my panties and tugged them down slowly. The fabric slid past my hips, past my thighs, until it bunched around my knees. Cool air hit my bare skin, but then his full palm covered me. It was warm, broad, and possessive.

My mouth fell open on a soft gasp. Just that simple touch sent electricity shooting through me. My hips jerked involuntarily. He felt so good. Too good. The heat of his hand seeped into me, making me slicker, making me ache in a way that was almost painful.

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He rubbed once—slow, distant circles over my clit, barely enough pressure to tease. Then again. And again. Each pass my thighs tremble and made my breath hitch. Pleasure sparked low in my belly, but it stayed just out of reach, building without breaking.

“Please,” I whispered, voice shaky and needy.

He tilted his head slightly, eyes darkening further. “Please what?”

I swallowed hard, cheeks burning, but I didn’t look away. “Please… touch me properly. Don’t tease.”

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A low rumble vibrated in his chest–almost a growl. His fingers stilled for a heartbeat, then pressed firmer. He slid two fingers along my folds, gathering the wetness there, before circling my clit again with slow, deliberate pressure. The friction was perfect now–firm but careful, exactly what I needed.

I moaned softly, head tipping back. My arms tightened around his neck, pulling him closer. He leaned in and kissed the side of my throat–open–mouthed, hot, sucking gently while his hand worked between my legs. Each stroke sent sparks racing up my spine. My hips rocked against his palm, chasing more.

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He shipped one finger inside me slowly, carefully, curling it just right. My inner walls clenched around him instantly. A whimper escaped ine.

“Ryder….”

He added a second finger, stretching me gently, thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm while his thumb kept circling my clit. Pleasure built fast–tight, hot, coiling low in my belly. My breaths came in short pants. My thighs shook. My nails dug into his shoulders.

He lifted his head and kissed me again–deep, messy, tongues sliding together while his fingers moved faster inside me. The wet sounds of his hand working me filled the room, mixing with my soft moans and his low groans.

I was close. So close. My body tensed, thighs trembling violently around his hand.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped against his mouth. “Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

He curled his fingers harder, pressed his thumb firmer against my clit, and thrust deeper. The coil snapped.

I came with a sharp cry, back arching off the bed, walls pulsing around his fingers in tight, rhythmic waves. Pleasure crashed through me, bright and overwhelming, leaving me shaking and breathless.

He kept moving slowly through it, drawing out every aftershock until I was whimpering, oversensitive, and clinging to him.

Finally, he eased his fingers out. Kissed me softly once, twice, on the lips.

I opened my eyes, dazed, chest heaving.

He rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard.

“Still jealous?” he murmured, voice rough.

I laughed weakly, shakily, “No. Not anymore.”

He smiled a bit, briefly too, and then kissed me again, slow and sweet.

And in that quiet room, with the house still empty around us, I knew we weren’t done.

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