I can’t breathe for a second.
He stands, still holding my heels, and offers me his hand. I take it, and he laces our fingers like it’s instinct.
“If after everything you’ve learned,” he says, “you still want to be with me… if you’ll have me…”
My voice shakes, but the words come out clear. “I want to be with you too.”
He cups my face and kisses me. It’s not tentative. It’s hungry, like he’s wanted this for weeks. I kiss him back just as hard because I’m done pretending I don’t.
It’s deep and slow and claiming, the kind of kiss that rewires gravity. When we finally come up for air, he rests his forehead against mine.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper.
He kisses me again, softer, then we start walking the river path hand in hand, my slides on my feet, my heels hooked in his fingers. Every few minutes, he stops just to kiss me, and I am not mad about his lack of restraint.
At some point, I yawn for the fifth time. He chuckles against my temple. “Let me take you home.”
The drive back is quiet in the best way. At red lights, he lifts my hand and presses his mouth to my knuckles, my wrist, my bare shoulder, like he can’t not touch me. My heart becomes an unmanageable thing in my chest.
When we pull into my driveway, and he puts the car in park, we sit there in one suspended breath before he turns and kisses me again, slow and sure. There’s no going back now.
We get out. He walks around and opens my door. My hand finds his automatically. The heels dangle from his fingers, my slides are snug on my feet like we didn’t just dance ourselves stupid for hours.
At the top step, I turn to him. The porch light catches the gold beading on my dress. He just looks at me, like he’s trying to memorize every detail.
“Trace,” I whisper.
He bends and kisses me one more time slow, intentional. My hand curls in his lapel, his settles low at my back, and even though it’s gentle, the heat of it rattles both of us.
When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine. “I’ll see you tomorrow. At breakfast.”
“Stay,” the word drops between us like a bomb. Fuck it! In for a penny in for a pound.
“Delta,” he warns, “You don’t…”
He doesn’t get the rest out because I cover his mouth with mine. I don’t know what I’m doing and this could seriously blow up in my face but he is the first man since Preston to make me want to take a chance and I’m not going to let that slip through my fingers.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Trace
What the fuckam I doing? Is running through my head on a loop as I pick Delta up and carry her inside. We’re still kissing through the doorway, down the hall. her hand in my hair, my mouth on hers, as she uses a hand to guide me to her room and set her back on her feet. “Delta, are you sure?” I ask again because we both need to be very sure. She steps back just enough for me to see her face, no hesitation or second-guessing. She finds the zipper on the side of her dress, pulls it down, and lets the fabric slip off her and I literally forget, everything but her.
I make quick work of my shirt, I took my jacket off when we got in the car to come home, I toe off my shoes leaving me standing there clothed from the waist down.
“I knew that adonis belt and happy trail was going to be sexy as fuck.”
I let out a short laugh, I’m just stunned that she’s looking at me like that. “You’re the sexy one Delta, look at you,” I tell her, and I mean it. She is a wet dream come to life. Thick in all the right places, thighs, ass, breasts. It’s a sexual playground Ialways looked forward to recess and intend to explore all night. Pulling her back to me, I kiss her again, it is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do. I kiss her jaw, and move down to kiss and lick her neck as I reach back and unhook her bra. I cover her breast with my hand squeezing them before I begin playing and teasing her nipples. “Trace,” she moans as she runs her fingers through my hair scraping my scalp with her nails, sending shivers down my spine. Her hands are as busy as mine running her hand down what she called my happy trail and slip under the waistband of my pants and boxer briefs and wraps her hand around my dick. Leaning down I take a nipple in my mouth, as I grip a handful of her ass, slip my hand in her panties and moan around her nipple. Releasing my new favorite treat, “Delta you are so wet baby, you are dripping off my fingers. I want you to know, first of all if you keep stroking my dick like that you are going to need at least two to three business days to recover and secondly, I am keeping these panties.”
“Promises, promises… and if you earn the panties you can keep them,”
“Delta,” I almost sing out in warning.
“That’s my name don’t wear it out,”
The chuckle I release should be her first clue. Without warning I scoop her up and throw her on the bed, “remember Delta, you asked for this.” I drag her panties down her legs, fold them and slide them in my pocket. I grab her ankles, dragging her to the edge of the bed, spreads her legs, drop to my knees and bury my face in her dripping core. As soon as her flavor hits my tongue my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Fuck Delta,” I groan as I suck her clit into my mouth, I use my fingers to spread her pussy open while I make a meal of her. I slip my tongue in her channel as my finger rubs her clit keeping her on the edge. Her essence is dripping off my chin, I kiss her inner thighs, sucking on the sensitive flesh. I slip a finger inside of her, and if she feelsthis good on my finger I can’t imagine how good she is going to feel wrapped around my dick. “Delta, we gotta stop,” I tell her and she immediately stops thrashing on the bed popping up on her elbows to look down at me, “What? Why?”
