I break our kiss for a moment and stare into her hazel eyes. “I don’t want this ever to end. This connection. This bond we’re forging. I know we were testing the waters and I promised to prove myself to you, Delilah. I know I’m still working to prove myself to you and Iwillshow you I meant every word I’ve ever said. I want us to give this a go, not just as two people who’re dating. I want us to make this official,” I tell her as my fingers graze against the family heirloom I gave her that’s sitting on her chest.
Her chest rises and falls and Delilah licks her lips. “I know I shouldn’t say yes, but we’ve been through so much these last few weeks. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to make things official too, so, yeah, I think we’re ready for the next step of this relationship.”
“The next step of what now?” Delilah’s smile instantly drops at the sound of her father’s voice. I avert my attention over to him and don’t say a word.
He clears his throat and speaks up again, “Please, someone fill me in on what I just heard.” His voice grows stressed and his displeasure is obvious.
“With all due respect, Cormac, the details don’t matter. Delilah and I are seeing each other, and that’s that.” I speak up, taking a stance for both of us.
He scoffs and looks me up and down, like I’m still the same poor kid who wanted to play with Delilah at church. “You’re not good enough for my daughter. You never have been.”
“Dad.” Delilah’s voice breaks, shocked with the way her father’s just spoken to me, but I’m not. I’ve dealt with men like him my entire life.
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” I comment, and he grumbles something under his breath.
“You no good, rotten—”
“Enough! Now isn’t the place. We have money to raise tonight, and any reservations you may have about my relationship with Keenan . . . well, you can keep them to yourself. I’m a grown woman and I don’t need your approval to date who I want,” Delilah hisses as she walks past her father and heads back into the house. Meanwhile, I’m stuck grinning from ear to ear as Cormac realizes his daughter just told him off.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
DELILAH
The charity event couldn’t have gone any better. Especially considering all the last-minute changes we had to make.
In a lot of ways, I’m so proud of Cassie, Delaney, and myself for being able to pivot at the last minute. It just goes to show I have the right team in place, and we will handle whatever’s thrown at us. We got so many compliments last night that I’m still walking on air this morning.
However, my work isn’t complete, but the main event is over, and it was a massive success. That’s enough for me.
Today I have the luxury of having the shortest commute ever. Instead of having to drive back over to Keenan’s house to oversee the removal of all the décor, I can simply walk down the stairs. All I need to do is make sure everything’s put back exactly the way we found it. Sure, Keenan said I didn’t have to worry so much, but he’s done me a solid, and I won’t leave one thing out of place. After all, he didn’t have to do this for me. He did it because he wanted to, and I’m not sure if he knows how much he helped me. I’ll make sure to show him proper appreciation in the bedroom, though.
Since he’s come through for me, making sure everything is in place is merely the least I can do. Keenan turned off my alarm this morning and let me sleep in, but there’s so much to do. I want to throttle him for doing it, but I know he was only coming from a good place.
Keenan’s quick to yank me by the hand toward the breakfast nook so we can have a quick breakfast. I guess he doesn’t want me to be getting to work just yet. We had some lovely conversation, and the food prepared for us is decadent. Afterward, he talks me into going back upstairs to take a nice long shower and convinces me to let the movers handle it. He says Delaney’s here so she can direct them on where to put things, and he isn’t wrong.
So, I head back upstairs to his bedroom and go to the small suitcase I brought with a change of clothes. It has my makeup bag, hair straightener, some hair products, and a few other things. Keenan heads into the bathroom and turns on the shower. As the water hits the ground, I realize what it is he wants. There’s a reason he’s yet to leave the room, and even though we spent most of the night pleasuring each other, I’m ready for more. Hell, I’m always ready for more.
I head into his en-suite bathroom and I’m amazed. Last night before bed, there was only a soft illumination in here. I had no idea the bathroom was this massive, and I didn’t realize Carrera marble flowed through the entire thing.
Standing in the doorway, to my left are two sinks and a mirror above each one. The cabinets are a dark cement gray, and the handles are gold, giving the room a lovely pop of color. Straight ahead is a floor-to-ceiling window, and directly below it is the bathtub. It appears to be in the floor, and three steps go up to the tub. Around the tub is a marble frame, and there are candles which can be lit surrounding it, as well as a couple fresh towels.
I look over to the right, and there’s a half wall where the marble continues. Keenan is standing in the shower with his perfectly chiseled back muscles on display. I swallow hard and remove the clothes I’d slept in, tossing them onto a pile on the floor. The soles of my feet slap against the wet tile, and Keenan turns.
The corner of his lip curls up as his eyes fall on my naked body, and my nipples bud in excitement. I’ve had him all night, but I wouldn’t ever say no to having more of him. My center pools with heat, and he rakes his eyes up and down my body. His gaze is slow, like he’s soaking me in, and God, I want him to. I want him to fuck me with his eyes right now because it’s only a slight indication of what’s to come.
I now ogle over his body, starting at his pecs I work my gaze lower until I’m focused on his hard cock. It’s standing at attention for me, and Keenan’s chortle causes me to look up. “Craving something, are you?”
“I could say the same thing,” I rasp out, struggling to speak.
He snickers, and I walk toward the water. The hot liquid rushes over my face and begins to soak my hair, but I’m grabbed by the hips suddenly. Fingertips dig into my skin, and Keenan’s mouth is directly over my lower lips. He laps his tongue between my folds and the cold touch of the marble causes me to gasp. The more he moves his tongue, the more I press my skin against the cold tile.
He looks up at me with satisfied eyes and sticks his tongue inside of me. The sensation is odd, and I’ve never been a woman who’s liked receiving oral sex. But I’d be lying if I said Keenan wasn’t helping me change my mind. Keenan pulls his tongue from my entrance and drags it along my inner lips until it flicks against my clit. A shudder rolls through me, and my legs shake from the sensation.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” I breathlessly comment, not wanting him to stop.
“I could taste you all day, baby,” he murmurs as he puckers his lips and sucks my clit between his teeth. I’m terrified and in awe at the same time. The focus he must have as he ever so gently grinds his teeth against my most sensitive area, it’s astonishing.
Keenan proceeds to dip two of his long fingers inside me and groans at my wetness. He’s obviously pleased, and as he picks a rhythm, my breathing comes out in tiny pants. He knows this is amazing for me, and he continues. Keenan releases my clit from between his teeth and drags his tongue against it quickly. The friction is enough to bring me close to the edge, and soon enough, he has me falling into the abyss of pleasure.
