“Yeah?”
“We’re in a tub naked together.”
I grin. “We sure are. It was bold of you to invite yourself in.” I chuckle lightly, not just at my own joke but because it feels good to release the betrayal I felt earlier. I don’t have much to go off but my own gut instinct. It’s telling me totrust the journey, leaving me to worry about the destination another time.
She slides to the side to look up at me. With her own smile in place, she says, “How’s your head?”
“Almost good as new. The arm’s still broken, though.”
Maneuvering carefully so as not to splash water everywhere, she straddles my lap. When she leans down, she cups my face and gives me a quick kiss before pulling back just enough to look into my eyes again. With her smile reappearing as if I’m the one responsible for putting it there—I sure the fuck hope I am—she says, “I can work with that.”
CHAPTER 20
Delaney
My throat is dry,my mouth hanging open to pull more air into my lungs.
With the warmth of the water and the heat of my connection with Warner, I’ve stopped caring that strands of hair are stuck to the sides of my face. That my heated cheeks are probably flaming pink and my lips swollen from scraping across the scruff of his jawline.
Reaching up, he gently rubs the pad of his thumb under one of my eyes and the tip of his finger under the other. He slides his hand to the nape of my neck, bringing me in to kiss again.
It didn’t take much to open Pandora’s box. Now that we have, there’s no closing it. This feels too good. He turns me on too much. My head spins along with my heart, and I stop fighting the pull to him. Giving up control, the upper hand, and trying to think five steps ahead vanished after the first kiss. It’s fun to feel this free, to feel this me again.
Gripping the sides of the bathtub, I drop my head next to his as I rock against his erection.Shameless and carefree.His breathing has deepened, and words are huskier in my ear. I need more—more of everything with this man.
When his fingers tease my clit, I buck, causing the water to splash against the edge of the porcelain. I don’t care about making a mess, but I know Warner will. My words are jagged as I drag my eyes to latch onto his again. “We should get out.”
“Not until you come.” There’s such authority to his tone that I find myself drawing a breath as his hand dips under the water and slides between our bodies. A tease of my clit causes me to shift down and harder. His fingers arouse me before one slides further to toy with my entrance. With his eyes still set on mine, he doesn’t ask for permission, but I give it by rocking against his hand.
The starting gun ignites, my entire being needing completion as I race toward a finish line I don’t want to cross. Why can’t I feel this good forever? It’s not even a pause, but I find myself already begging, “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping, Sass.” The smile that embeds into my heart has me wanting to stare at him all night. “Not until you come for me.”
“I can do that.”
“Yeah, you can,” he says playfully. I could almost mistake that shine in his eyes for love if I’m not careful. I’m not that foolish to think someone like him would fall so fast for someone like me. We’re from different worlds.Fire and ice.Even oil and water at times. I prefer cloak and dagger.
I lower my head, focusing on the hunger blooming in my belly instead of the jagged breaths ringing in my ears from a constricting throat. Resituating on his hand, I push onto him, his finger diving into my depths and causing myhead to fall back, my mouth to open, and a moan to escape my chest. He pulls back out, but just enough to keep the connection that I’m struggling to hold on to.Too much all at once.
“You turn me on so fucking much. I can’t wait to fuck you properly.” His breathing is just as hard as mine, his tone gravelly and not the one I’m used to. The eyes that would devour me whole if he could, motivate me to drive faster toward relief.
I only close my eyes for a second to find myself at the precipice of what comes next—the descent into darkness and bliss in the light. His fingers never stop the circular teasing that’s putting me into a tailspin. I grip the tub to help hold my weight as I rock back and forth, up and down, right side up and left side down. He consumes my every thought, my body conforming to his as I start to lose myself under the weight of what’s to come. “God, I want this. So much.” I try to focus on him, but it’s impossible when they’re rolling back in my head. “Feels too good, Warner.”
“No such thing.” I’m in no position to argue with the man who’s about to send me to heaven and back again. I’ll just let him work his magic . . .fingers. The water splashes around me as I rise and fall, over and again as he pushes me to the edge and pulls me back again. I’m so close I can already imagine the aftermath. The bliss. The calm. The reward of falling asleep in his arms. I want it. I want all of that. So much.
When he’s deep inside, his palm presses against my clit. I grind against him, embracing the fall. I don’t feel my breath or an ache in my lungs. I’m free from the burdens of pretending and liberated from the past few days. I welcome this feeling and the aftermath.
With the side of my head pressed to his, I whisper, “Why are you so good at that?”
He chuckles, his finger still inside me, which sends another wave of pleasure through me. “Hidden talent.”
“I like that it’s hidden.” I sit up. “Except from me.” I lean forward to kiss him. My breathing is still uneven when I pull back. “How about we finish this in bed?”
“Is that an invitation, Sass?”
“To your own bed?” I lift to my feet, but I instantly hate how empty I feel without him. Offering his hand for assistance, I step out of the tub and grab a towel hanging from a hook nearby. “You got the golden ticket, Hotshot.”
He stands, careful to step out, and reaches for the other towel. “Our bed.”
