Home Is Where the Heart Is (11 page)

“Are you sure?” he asked softly.

“Yes. I want this. I want you.” What she couldn’t say was that she had always wanted him, not just this way, but every way she could have him.

Dylan straightened, taking time to memorize the beauty of the woman that lay before him, the perfection – the innocence – that radiated from her. Grasping his shirt he whipped it over his head and tossed it over his shoulder.

Kyra sat up on her elbows taking in the Adonis that stood before her. Dylan was a spectacular sight, his rippling muscles and tight hard abs sending a wave of pleasure rocketing to her core. If he didn’t touch her soon, she would explode from the pressure building inside of her. It was almost too much to bear, being this close without feeling his touch.

Kyra felt Dylan’s weight press into the bed beside her. He was taking his time and the wait was excruciating. She had always imagined her first time being in a romantic setting with soft music playing and candles flickering as her gaze met his… but this was better somehow. Maybe because it wasn’t all in her mind this time. It was finally really happening.

Barely able to breath from the excitement coursing through her, Kyra trembled as Dylan’s warm body pressed against hers. A slow steady warmth danced across her nipples as he took her taut peaks into his warm mouth, his velvety tongue flicking across one pebbled nipple and then the other. She shuddered, arching her back up, pressing herself into him, wanting more.

Kyra closed her eyes, consumed with emotions and feelings she had never felt before. She was racked with a carnal hunger, a ferocious pressure bearing down on her core. She had had plenty of orgasms at her on hand, but this feeling was different. This was better. It was so much more than she had imagined. Her body began to shake, her pussy throbbing. Dylan’s hand eased down her body, tickling the soft skin of her thighs, edging closer and closer to her hot wet pussy. The moment his fingers grazed her folds, she fell over the edge, into a world of passion like she had never known before.

“Dylan. Oh God! Oh god!” Kyra groaned, her voice husky.

“You like that, Beautiful?”

“Oh, yes,” she purred.

Dylan’s finger slid through her wet folds once, then twice, before placing a kiss on her bare mound. Desperate for more friction, Kyra lifted her hips, begging for more. Slowly, his finger traced the opening of her heated core before dipping the tip of his finger inside, before quickly retreating.

Kyra’s hips began to undulate as she lost control of her movements. Her body took on a mind of its own, feeding on her desires. Dylan’s finger eased inside her heated core again, her tight muscles gripping him as he slowly moved in and out.

She moaned.

Purred.

Begged for more, wanting nothing more than to take whatever this amazing man was willing to give her. Pure pleasure gripped her as his fingers worked her body into a frenzy of lust. Passion. Love.

Love?

Yes, love. She loved Dylan. Had always loved him. But did he love her? Could he love her?

“Oh. Oh. That feels so good,” Kyra purred as he added a second finger.

“Mmm,” Dylan moaned. “You’re so wet, Kyra. I have to taste you.” He feathered kisses along her thighs, the anticipation of his mouth on her down there thrilling her. She had never experienced the pleasure of a man down there. Heat flooded her cheeks. His lips curved into a wicked grin as Kyra eased up onto her elbows to watch him.

Dylan flicked his tongue along her seam, watching as she moaned from the contact, her head falling back as he spread her. His velvety tongue danced across her clit, up and down and side to side. Kyra groaned as he lapped at her juices, his tongue sliding in and out of her core. Her thighs trembled, her mind fuzzy from his ministrations. Heaven. She was in heaven.

“I’m... Oh, Dylan,” she yelled “I’m coming!”

“Come for me, baby,” he groaned, licking her heated core over and over until she screamed his name.

Dylan eased off the bed, a smile on his face as he tasted her gorgeous body with his eyes. He pulled a condom from his nightstand, then slipped his pants and boxers off, revealing his massive erection. Kyra’s eyes widened at the sight of his throbbing cock. Dylan tore open the foil packet and eased the condom over his sensitive shaft. All it would take was one light touch from her hand and he would be done.

Kyra felt the bed shift, her eyes never leaving his, lost in the swirling heat she saw there. As he eased between her trembling thighs, she smiled, unable to believe that finally, she would lay beneath the man of her dreams. But would it be more than this moment? She pushed the troublesome thought aside, wanted to live in this moment, to remember it, cherish it always.

“Are you ready?” Dylan asked softly.

“I... I think so,” she whispered. “Will it… will it hurt?”

“I’ll go slow. I promise.”

Kyra nodded unable to say anything. She was about to lose her virginity and the thought excited and scared the hell out of her. Would it hurt? Would this change anything between them? She would soon find it?

Dylan eased his swollen cockhead to her entrance, pressing lightly. Kyra gasped at the pressure, her eyes wide. Slowly, he eased into her, inch by inch, feeling the moment her innocence was lost. He froze, allowing her body to adjust to the thickness of his cock as it stretched her before moving again.

Dylan eased his thick shaft out and slowly eased back in, filling her more and more with each thrust before finally burying his cock to the hilt in her tight pussy. Kyra’s muscles spasmed, hugging his cock tight, as if trying to milk him. She loved the way his cock felt as it slid mercilessly in and out of her. The friction was both painful and delightful.

As the pain turned to pleasure, Kyra found her hands searching over his body, greedily grasping his muscular ass, the feel of each thrust apparent as he worked her thoroughly. She grasped his shoulders, wrapping her legs around him, deepening their connection. He groaned in appreciation. Her nails scored the flesh of his gorgeous body as he hastened his efforts. She writhed beneath him, her muscles beginning to quiver as her orgasm drew closer.

Kyra met each of his thrusts, undulating her hips and Dylan moaned her name as their bodies shuddered as an orgasm so intense – so earth-shattering – consumed them. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, easing his twitching cock from her. “I’ll be right back, gorgeous. Don’t go anywhere.”

“I won’t,” she said breathlessly, a smile flittering across her beautiful, flushed face.

Dylan disappeared into the bathroom, tossing the condom in the trash. He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned her gently. Kyra loved the way he delicately cared for her looking at her with the same need and want as he had moments ago. Something had changed. She had changed.

Dylan laid the washcloth on the nightstand and pulled Kyra to him holding her close. “Are you alright?” he asked, his breath dancing across her bare neck.

“I am,” she whispered. “That was amazing. I didn’t know it could be so... so beautiful.”

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“You didn’t. It was perfect,” she said, turning to face him. “At first all I could think about was how nobody had ever seen me naked. Then my mind went blank and I just let go.”

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Then while you grab a shower, I’ll see about breakfast.”

Kyra watched Dylan slip out of bed, loving the way his muscles rippled with each and every move he made. Damn! He was so hot, and that gorgeous hunk of man had just made love to her.

She took a quick shower and returned to her room, digging through her bag until she found her favorite pair of jeans and a white tank top. As her stomach began to grumble, she pulled on her jeans and shirt, then slid her feet into a pair of flip-flops, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm herself before leaving the room. She still couldn’t believe what had just happened really actually happened.

In the kitchen, Dylan was cleaning up the dishes from last night, along with the few items he had used to make breakfast. Two plates sat at the bar filled with bacon, eggs, and toast dripping with butter. She took a seat and picked up her fork as Dylan plopped down on the stool beside her, digging into his breakfast too.

“The eggs were a little cold so popped them in the microwave,” Dylan said. “Hope that’s alright.”

“I’m sure they taste fine,” Kyra replied, reaching for her juice.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

She shrugged. “Yes. I was just thinking about the past.”

“What about the past?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing, but I used to have a huge crush on you.” Kyra felt her cheeks grow warm.

“I know,” Dylan said, smiling. “You were always checking me out. I thought it was cute. My little sister’s best friend having the hots for me.”

“Well, I lost my friend because of that crush.”

“Oh. I had no idea that’s why you two stopped being friends. I’m sorry, Kyra.” He hesitated, debating on whether or not to ask the question that had been circling around in his head. Finally decided to go for it. “Why did you leave Sizzle?”

“Because you were marrying that slut, Harley. I just couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to see you two together every day.”

“But I didn’t marry her.” He reached over and took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.

“I didn’t know. Nobody told me. I just thought I needed to move on.”

“That explains a lot.”

“Jake seems to think that we’re in love with each other,” Kyra said, instantly regretting saying that. It was time to change the subject. “So how’s the case going? I could really use some good news on that.” She shifted eggs around on her plate. Part of her hoped he’d let her remark about Jake just slip away. Part of her wanted him to say Jake was right.

Dylan squeezed Kyra’s hand. “We’ll get through this, Kyra. I promise. We’re planning on talking with the young rookie cop that visited you and your mom. Maybe he can help us get more information.”

Kyra nodded. “I hope so. It’s just that everything that has happened here is so surreal. Oh, don’t forget my friend is arriving today.”

“Right. I’ll check in with you later today. If you need me, just call. Okay?” he smiled giving her one of those flirty winks he used to dish out to all the girls.

Kyra nodded. What the hell did that wink mean? Was she just another notch on the bedpost or was this real?

Dylan was happy that Kyra would have a friend to spend time with and help her through the loss of her parents. While she was with her friend, he could concentrate on finding out who killed her parents. Then when it was all over, maybe she would have room for him in her life. At least he hoped she would. After the morning they spent together, he knew without a doubt that she was the one for him. He felt it deep down in his bones.

Knowing that Paula would be arriving today, Kyra decided to hang out at Dylan’s and wait for her call. She was afraid to be alone at her parents’ house. She hated to admit that she was scared, but she was. It was terrifying to know that a murderer or murderers were on the loose, free to do as they pleased. What did they want? What had her parents done to attract such horrible people? When Paula arrived they could go together. That was safer.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Dylan and Jake decided to head over to Detective Ty James’ house and see if they could get him to help them out. When Ty answered the door, he recognized the two former cops right away. The guys he worked with made every effort to point them out as the cops that had thrown in the towel. Weaklings, they liked to call them. He didn’t know what they wanted, but he was curious to find out.

“Hi,” Dylan said. “I’m Dylan Chambers and this here is my business partner, Jake Stone. We’re with the Southern Gentlemen’s Detective Agency. We’d like to talk to you about a case you’re working on if you have a minute to talk.”

“Sure. Come on in. What case are you guys looking into?”

“Well, actually it’s two cases; the John Michaels and Liz Michaels murders.”

James knew the cases immediately. It wasn’t every week that Sizzle saw two murders in such a short time, especially one as violent as Liz Michaels’. “How can I help?”

“We’re hoping that you’ll share what you’ve learned about the murders. Any leads you might have?”

“Their daughter is desperate for closure,” Jake added.

Ty remembered meeting Kyra and Mrs. Michaels shortly after the death of Mr. Michaels. Such a sad turn of events for the young woman. They seemed like really nice family. It disturbed him greatly that such fine citizens could be killed so violently. “I’ll help in any way I can. Honestly, I’ve been a little curious as to why we haven’t been working the cases more stringently. We haven’t even questioned the neighbors.”

The three men discussed the case in as much detail as they could, coming up with possible suspects and the motives they might have. They decided it would be best to go house to house in the Michaels’ neighborhood and question the neighbors since the police apparently had little interest in what the neighbors might have to say.

When they arrived at the Michaels residence, Dylan pulled his phone from his pocket and called Kyra. He still hated leaving her alone for too long. Whoever was behind all of this wasn’t afraid to act during the day and that was reason enough to stay alert. He breathed a sigh of relief when she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, darling,” Dylan said, unable to keep the smile off his face at the sound of her voice. “I have some good news. Detective James is working with us on the case. We’re going to talk with the neighbors and see if anyone saw anything.”

Kyra leaned back on the couch, taking in the news. “That’s great. Maybe we’ll find out who’s responsible before someone else gets hurt… or worse.”

“I just wanted to let you know what’s going on and make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. Paula should arrive soon so I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl.”

“I know that, honey. I just worry about you, that’s all. I’ll let you know when to expect me. Be safe and keep the house locked up tight.”