“What’s wrong?” The concern in her eyes nearly undid me.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” I licked my lips, the taste of her still on my tongue. “We don’t have to do this.”
“Do you not want to?” A wrinkle bisected her brow.
“Hell, yes, I want to.” I’d been attracted to her since the first day I met her. The day I almost hosed her off the steps of city hall. And even though we hadn’t known each other very long, I felt like I’d known her all of my life. Or maybe even in another life. Being around her was like experiencing a deep sense of déjà vu. Over and over again.
I’d heard people say they fell in love at first sight. But I’d always dismissed it as complete bullshit. How could I fall for someone I didn’t even know? But there was no other way to describe the way I felt about Delilah. Like I knew her on some deep, otherworldly level, even though we didn’t know the trivial things about each other yet.
All of those thoughts created a traffic jam in my brain. How could I get involved with her when she’d be leaving in such a short time? How could I not? Would I spend the rest of my lifewondering what might have been if I didn’t have the balls to take a chance?
She leaned over me, her hair creating a curtain around our faces. “What are you thinking about right now?”
“You sure you want to know?”
Her hair moved as she nodded, tickling my chest.
Now or never. “I’m thinking how amazing it would feel to make love to you.”
She didn’t react, not even the slightest quirk of her lips or scrunch of her nose.
Great. I’d decided to be honest and she’d turned to stone. Time to dial it down. Way down. I was about to sit up, chalk up the whole stargazing thing to an epically bad idea. But then her palm on my chest pushed me back.
“I don’t do one-night stands.”
“I get it. That’s not what I want from this.”
“I don’t do no-string flings.”
“I get that, too.”
“But I can’t say no to you.” She nipped at her bottom lip with her teeth—a move that made me desperate for her.
I laid her back on the blanket and slid her jeans down her legs. The blanket was big enough that I was able to pull half of it over us, trapping us inside. She finished what she’d started with my belt buckle, and before I could voice any rational thought as to why this was a bad idea, her hands found my cock.
I pulled the one condom I’d carried around for forever out of my wallet, and she helped slide it into place. Then, with the eyes of a million stars looking down on us, I hovered over her. I tried to commit each detail of her face to memory: the curve of her lips, the arch of her brows, the emotion in her eyes. Then I lowered myself into her, losing myself in the slick heat between her legs.
Her hands gripped my shoulders as her hips met mine. We moved to some internal rhythm that both of us knew by heart. I slipped a finger between us, circling that bundle of nerves that would drive her over the edge. With a moan, she clenched around me. Every part of me wanted to take her faster and harder but I didn’t want her to lose her momentum. So I kept it steady, increasing the pressure of my finger a fraction more each time I pulled back.
“You feel so good, Delilah. Like you were made for me.” For half a heartbeat I wondered if she had been. We didn’t make sense on paper. The polished beauty queen and the farmer’s son. But I’d never been one to take things at surface value. And she was so much more than what met the eye.
Her fingers gripped my shoulders even tighter. She was close, I could tell by the way her hips moved, grinding against me, like she was at the edge and about to fall over, throw herself into it, give herself over to me completely. Her head tipped back, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was so fucking beautiful it almost hurt to look at her.
I focused on her eyes, willing her to open them up and meet my gaze. Like she could sense my silent request, she gazed up at me as her body stilled, clenched around me. I continued to move, so far gone I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. And as she gazed up at me, the reflection of a million stars in her eyes, I joined her.
After we floated back down to earth, I held her tight against my chest, running my fingers lightly up and down her side. “I feel like I could lie here forever with you.”
She reached up and pressed a kiss to my scruffy cheek. “Wouldn’t your family wonder where you are?”
“They’d probably miss you before they’d miss me. You’ve made quite an impression on everyone.”
“Don’t be silly. I can tell how much they love you.” She lifted the blanket and tossed it to the side. “Are you as hot as I am? I feel like I just ran a marathon.”
I leaned over and blew cool air on the bare skin of her back. “You’re definitely much, much hotter than I am.”
“Stop.” She let out a giggle that shifted to a snort. “Oh no, now you know my deepest, darkest secret.”
“That you snort when you laugh?” It had to be the cutest thing I’d ever heard. I reached out to tickle her, trying to get her to do it again.
