Page 17 of Dirty Delivery

Savannah

His cocky confidence should irritate me, but instead, it sets my nerves on fire. The way he moves, the way he touches me—it overwhelms me, consumes me. As he positions himself, the weight of him presses against me, and a flash of apprehension ripples through me. But then he’s there, easing into me slowly, giving me time to adjust.

“Oh my God.” My nails dig into his shoulders.

“That’s it, mo stóirín. Take me. All of me.”

The stretch is intense, almost too much, but he’s patient, holding still until I nod and urge him to move. When he does, it’s like a switch flips. The pleasure is sharp, electric, and it builds with every thrust, sending me spiraling higher and higher.

“Rylan,” I moan, clutching at him as he moves faster, deeper.

“Good girl,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear. “You feel so perfect.”

The tension coils tighter and tighter until it snaps, and I shatter beneath him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows moments later. His grip on me tightens as he groans, his release sending another shock of heat through me.

For a moment, the world is still. Just the sound of our breathing fills the room, heavy and sated.

Rylan

I’ve made a mistake. A big one. As she lies beneath me, her flushed face still glowing from her orgasm, the weight of what we’ve just done settles over me like a dark cloud.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I mutter, pulling away and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Her expression shifts in an instant, the soft glow replaced by a sharp glare. “Excuse me?” She sits up quickly and jerks the blanket up to cover her still naked chest.

“It’s complicated.” I try to explain, running a hand through my hair. “This situation . . . it’s not . . .”

“Save it.” She cuts me off, her voice ice-cold. “If you’re so regretful, maybe you should’ve thought about that before.”

I turn to face her, but the anger in her eyes stops me in my tracks. “Savannah . . .”

“Don’t.” She slides out of bed and yanks her clothes back on. “The weekend’s almost over, Rylan. You need to take me home. I have work tomorrow, and whatever’s going on here is not my problem.”

“You can’t go back.” I stand and reach for her arm, hoping that she will understand my sincerity. “It’s not safe.”

“Figure it out.” She pulls her arm away from my grasp angrily. “Because I’m not hiding in this mansion forever.”

She storms out of the room in a hurry, leaving me standing there alone, the gravity of the situation crashing down on me. I have to come up with a solution—and fast.

Chapter Fifteen

Rylan

I’m pacing the living room, my mind working overtime as Savannah glares at me from the couch. Her arms are crossed, her legs tucked under her, and her expression pure defiance.

“This is stupid,” she snaps for the fifth time in as many minutes. “I don’t need your help, Rylan. I can handle myself.”

“Yeah, because you’ve done such a stellar job so far.” I shoot back, stopping mid-step to pin her with a look. “You were almost killed, Savannah. You can’t go back to a house that has no security or safeguards to protect you there.”

She huffs, her cheeks flushing. “That’s not fair. I didn’t ask for any of this!”

“And yet, here we are,” I say, spreading my arms. “The Castillos think my family is involved. You didn’t know who you were inviting over that night and what that would mean. They want blood, Savannah. Do you really think going back to your regular routine is going to end well?”

She glares at me, her green eyes flashing. “So what’s your grand plan, then? Lock me up here forever? I have a life, Rylan. A job. Responsibilities.”

“I’m not saying you can’t go back to work temporarily,” I say, holding up a hand to forestall her inevitable outburst. “But it’s going to be on my terms. You’ll go in, ask for time off, and then I’ll pick you up and bring you back here. No stops, no deviations. You stay out of sight until this is handled.”

Her jaw drops, and for a moment, she’s too stunned to speak. Then, the words come rushing out like a dam has burst.

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