When she moaned, the vibration triggered electric shocks right through his shaft. It was all too much. Rylan felt the first shudder of release and gripped the mattress so hard he thought his fingers might go right through. Bree’s nails dug hard into his thighs, and he gave himself up to a climax so intense he almost blacked out.
When his vision cleared, Bree was crawling back up the bed. She kissed him briefly on the lips. “I can probably sleep now.”
He growled as he tipped her onto her back. “Sleep? Not a chance. It’s payback time...”
She smiled, stretching lazily as he spread her legs apart and knelt between them. Bending his head, Rylan kissed the inside of her leg, just above her knee. Working his way upward, he licked the soft skin of her thigh.
Bree shuddered. “Nice.”
He moved to the other leg, tracing a path with the tip of his tongue, slowing as he got closer to the top of her thigh. Shifting position, he held her legs apart with his shoulders and blew gently on her center. Bree’s hips lifted off the bed.
“Rylan! You tease...”
Chuckling to himself, he swept his tongue along her core. Long and slow. Steady and firm. Back and forth. Stopping just short of her clitoris each time. He waited until she was squirming with desire, until he could tell her mind had become suspended, and her body had reached a point where the sensations of pleasure had taken over. She was breathing fast and moaning softly.
On the next lick, he passed over the tiny nub, stopping to wiggle the tip of his tongue over it for a few seconds. He pulled away for a brief count, then did it again. Bree tangled her fingers in his hair.
“Don’t stop.”
Rylan continued the action, increasing in speed as she cried out and bucked her hips. He could feel her orgasm building. Her back arched and her thighs trembled.
“Yes. Oh, Rylan...”
She cried out, falling over the edge and riding the lightning bolts of her release. It took several minutes for her body to stop quivering. Rylan moved to her side, cradling her in his arms as they both caught their breath. They lay that way for a while, not speaking, just enjoying the warmth of one another’s body. Eventually, Bree’s breathing slowed and became rhythmic. Rylan smiled into her hair. She had finally fallen asleep.
* * *
A few hours later, Rylan leaned over and moved Bree’s hair aside, tickling her ear with his breath. “Why don’t you get up and come for a run with me?”
“Still asleep,” she mumbled.
“You’ll enjoy it once you get moving.”
“Moving. Ugh.” She wriggled farther beneath the bedsheets.
He laughed and headed out the door. Jekyll, who had finally been persuaded to stay in the kitchen overnight, gave him a calculating look before sinking back into his own bed.
“Two of a kind.” Rylan shook his head and left them to it.
He enjoyed his early morning runs at this time of year. The smell of the flowers starting to bloom throughout the valley tempted his nostrils, the birds began to sing as the sun rose and the crisp breeze of spring was in the air. April might just be the best time to see this vast landscape. The mountain peaks that fed the rivers below were still dusted with soft touches of winter, but the sun’s rays were casting their golden tint.
Stopping by the kennels, he unlocked the doors. A few of the dogs chose to join him. Others pretended not to see him and remained in their beds.
Rylan tried to clear his head when he exercised, focusing on the views, his land and his animals. The only difference today was that Bree would be waiting for him when he got back to the house. It was his dream of how every day should be.
He hadn’t been running for long when his cell phone buzzed. Without breaking his stride, he pulled it from his pocket. The message from Trey was simple.
On my way over.
Switching direction, Rylan ran back the way he had come. He tried not to speculate on why Bree’s brother would need to come to see them so early, and so soon after they had spoken. Since it clearly wasn’t something he was prepared to discuss in a call, it must be important.
Bree was in exactly the same position he had left her. “Wake up, wise gal.”
“No.” She pulled a pillow over her head.
“Trey is on his way.”