DELILAH
Inever expected the sense of relief that is hitting me from all sides. It’s as if this one act has made complete sense of my life.
My heart is racing, my skin flushed, my smile happy. I knew it was Blade. The man I have been waiting for all my life, riding in to save me on a steel horse, no fucks to give.
“Thank you.”
He pinches my chin between his fingers and guides my lips to his, the kiss slow, sexy and tasting of me. He is still inside me, and yet I want to go again. To fuck all day and night, to keep the world outside, while we make the most of this day.
Blade appears to be in no hurry and spins me onto my back, his kisses harder, deeper, and sexy as fuck. I love that he is in no hurry to clean up and get on with his day. He wants this as much as I do; I see it in his eyes.
“I’m not leaving, darlin’.”
I sense how serious he is, and it means a lot, and I smile gratefully.
“Neither am I.”
“But you could have so much more.”
I shake my head.
“That didn’t work out well the last time. Perhaps I want a different life now.”
“You deserve better than me.”
“Is that what you’re offering?”
I’m teasing because he is not giving me mixed signals here. His ownership may as well be inked on his chest. Blade and whoever I am now. I can’t decide.
Images from the screen merge into reality, and my expression must fall because he whispers with concern, “What?”
“I never want to leave this bed.”
His gaze softens.
“Then don’t.”
He winks, and it makes me giggle, and his soft smile relaxes me. “It’s good to see you happy, darlin’.”
“You make me happy, Blade.”
My voice shakes. “But what now? I mean, just because we, well, you don’t have to stay with me if you have–”
“No!”
His glare is fearsome; his words thick with emotion.
“I’m going nowhere unless you say so, darlin’. I’m not a man for speaking words but know one thing. I want this. You. A future for us, if that’s what you want. I won’t ever expect anything of you other than what you want to give. You are a free woman, even if you decide to stay.”
“Is that what you want?”
I’m suddenly shy as the doubts creep in, and he sighs, pulling back a little and rolling onto his back, dragging me down beside him.
“I’m not my brother, darlin’. I’m not prepared to watch you walk away without telling you I want you to stay. But it’s your decision to make, and I will not put pressure on you for that. This is me. Take me how you find me. I want you to stay, to see where this goes, and not on a casual basis.”
He shifts onto his side and trails a rough finger down my face and his gaze burns as he whispers huskily, “In case I haven’t spelled it out to you, I want you to be my girl and more than that, I want it to be your choice.”
I have never been in this position before. Choices. Why is that the most valuable gift anyone has ever given me? I smile, snuggling closer and kiss his hard chest with a smile.
