DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 22

Wrecking her innocence 22

Ryder

The front door closed behind us with a quiet click. Lila stepped inside first, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor I followed right after, reaching past her to shut the door completely. The lock snapped into place

She reached for the light switch on the wall. My hand caught hers before her fingers could touch it I turned her around in one smooth motion. Her back pressed against the door. I didn’t give her time to speak. My mouth found hers-hard, deep

hungry.

I kissed her like I’d been starving for it all day. My lips moved over hers roughly. I bit her bottom lip gently, then sucked it into my mouth, teasing with my tongue. She made a small, surprised sound and tried to keep up. At first her kisses were hesitant, unsure, but then she caught the rhythm. Her mouth opened wider. Her tongue met mine. We kissed harder, deeper, tongues sliding and tangling together.

I pressed my body against hers. One hand braced on the door beside her head. The other slid to her waist and pulled her closer. Her hands roared my chest, then my shoulders, gripping tight. We stumbled backward, still kissing, moving scattered through the dark house. My back hit the hallway wall. Her hip bumped the side table. Neither of us cared. We just kept kissing, hands everywhere-my fingers digging into her hips, her nails scraping lightly down my arms.

Suddenly she broke the kiss. Her lips hovered near mine. She stared at my chest, breathing fast. I looked down at her. I was taller, so she had to tilt her head back. The darkness wrapped around us, but the faint glow from the window was enough I could still see the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips were swollen and wet from my mouth.

“What if Delaney is at home?” she asked Her voice was small, almost a whisper.

I shook my head “She won’t be back till Thursday”

Before she could say anything else, I bent and lifted her easily One arm under her knees, the other behind her back. She gasped in surprise and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her legs came around my waist instinctively. Her heels grazed my lower back-a small, sharp reminder that she was still wearing them.

I carried her through the dark living room Our eyes stayed locked. In the dim light, I could see her pupils blown wide. Her lips parted slightly Slowly, we both looked at each other’s mouths. The air between us felt thick. Heavy.

I brought my lips closer When they touched, I kissed her deeply again My tongue pushed inside her mouth, sucking hers gently, then harder Our tongues tangled and swirled together We kissed like people who had been starving for each other. She moaned into my mouth, the sound soft and needy Her fingers slid up into my hair, playing with the edge of my cowboy hat, tugging it slightly

I walked us toward the couch Never breaking the kiss Her legs tightened around me. Her heels pressed into my back. Her moans grew louder and breathiet, vibrating against my lips

I lowered her onto the couch cushions She lay back I followed her down, settling between her thighs. My weight pressed her into the soft fabric. I kissed her harder-sucking her tongue, biting her bottom lip just enough to make her gasp. Her hands roamed my back, pulling me closer.

I broke the kiss only to trail my mouth down her neck. I sucked on the soft skin there. Left small marks. She arched under me and whispered my name.

“Ryder…”

I looked up at her. “Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes were glassy. Her lips swollen. “You,” she breathed. “I want you.”

I smiled against her throat. “Good girl.”

Then I kissed her again-deeper, slower, hungrier.

The couch cushions dipped under our weight. Lila lay back against them, breathing fast, eyes locked on mine in the dim light. I hovered over her, one knee braced between her thighs, arms caging her in. Her sleep shirt was already gone. Her panties were halfway down her thighs. She looked up at me with wide, nervous eyes, but the want was stronger now-dark and undeniable.

I lowered myself slowly. My bare chest brushed hers. Her nipples hardened against my skin. I kissed her again deeply and slowly, my tongue sliding against hers in long, wet strokes. She moaned into my mouth, soft and needy. Her hands roamed my back, nails tracing light patterns that made me groan low in my throat.

I pulled back just enough to look at her. “You still okay?” I asked quietly.

She nodded fast “Yes. Please don’t stop.”

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