Superfan (Brooklyn #3)(30)

“Most everyone. And they still do. All because once I quite famously ralphed everywhere.”

She laughs, deep and low, and I can’t believe I went three years without hearing that sound. It gives me goosebumps. I lift a hand and catch her smiling face in my palm. She quits laughing suddenly, as I stroke a roughened thumb over her soft cheek.

“It’s really good to be here with you,” I whisper. “It means a lot to me.”

A pink spot appears on each of her cheeks. “You aren’t such rough company yourself.”





Delilah





I’m sitting in his lap, damn it. I have no self-control.

In my defense, it’s a really nice lap. And Silas/Ralph is a really great guy. I knew it from the first day I met him. But it doesn’t matter. We were never going to be a couple. Fate had other plans for the both of us.

Neither of us cares right now, though. When I look into his pretty green eyes, it’s too easy to get carried away.

“Can I have another mojito?” I ask suddenly. If I don’t get off this man’s lap, I’m going to make a fool of myself.

“Of course you can,” he says easily. “If that’s really what you want. How’s your tolerance these days?”

“Not great.”

He nods, a thoughtful look on his handsome face. “Then you have an important decision to make. I’m not sure that having another drink is your best option.”

“Why not?” I’m full of food and drinking in the company of the best guy ever.

“Let me explain,” he says.

“I’m ready.”

“Okay, listen up.” But instead of speaking, Silas leans forward.

I make a sound of surprise as his lips graze my neck. His touch is soft and gentle, and goosebumps break out all over my body. He’s dropping gentle, open-mouthed kisses down the side of my neck. And when he reaches the juncture of my shoulder, he pauses there, his tongue exploring my skin thoroughly.

A gasp leaves my lips, but I don’t jerk away. Nobody has ever kissed me so reverently. I let out an embarrassing whimper as desire floods me. It’s been a long time since I was handled so beautifully. Maybe ever. So I lean in, instead of away. Anyone would. In fact, I raise a hand to his soft hair and hold him closer.

He chuckles and sits up quickly. “You see?”

“W-what?” I blink into those green eyes.

“I’m going to kiss you for real in a minute.”

My tummy flips over.

“And you’re not going to want me to stop. But if you get drunk—” He sweeps his thumb across my cheek again, and—damn it—I lean into his hand. But he feels so good. He drops his voice. “If you get drunk, then I won’t be able to fuck you. It wouldn’t be right.”

The moment I hear that word, I let out a hot breath. I force myself to inhale slowly. “Who says that’s on the table?”

“Well.” He smiles, and it’s the naughtiest smile I’ve ever seen on him. “It doesn’t have to be on the table. I could get you naked right here on the sofa.”

I hear myself gasp, because I really don’t know what to do with so bald an invitation. My body does, though. My blood heats up by two or three degrees right then and there. I tip my head back and try to think.

This maneuver backfires, because Silas kisses my throat. “That’s right,” he whispers, tilting his head to drop more wet, sweet kisses up the length of my neck. “Or there’s always the countertop. I bet there’s a kickass shower somewhere in this suite. And let’s not forget the bed.”

Unbidden, my hands land on his chest again. Sweet Jesus, he’s rock-hard everywhere. I lean back again to look him in the eye. “I just didn’t expect you to go there,” I say even as my heart rate accelerates. “You were always the nicest guy.”

“I am still the nicest guy.” He takes my earlobe against his tongue and then sucks on it. “Nice and hard for you…”

If he’s trying to make me imagine other places he might put his mouth, then it’s totally working.

“I’m so nice that I’m going to make you come in every room in this suite. Twice, maybe.”

I let out a groan as my nipples harden. “That is a terrible idea.”

“Terrible for who, exactly?” He lifts the fabric at my lower back and runs his roughened fingertips lightly up my spine.

And I shiver, because my body is a traitor.

“The clock is ticking. We have one night. If you want to spend it getting blasted on mojitos, I still have the ingredients. But my idea is even better.”

And that’s when he finally does it—he lowers his mouth onto mine. I make an eager sound at the first touch of his lips, because I never had any self-control. He catches the back of my head in his palm, trapping me in a bossy kiss.

It’s Kryptonite. I’ve never made smart decisions about men in my life, and, apparently, I won’t be starting tonight.

He tries to make that first kiss a slow one, I think. His lips are gentle at first, and he tastes of fresh mint and heat. But it’s like trying to hold back the ocean. His touch tugs on all my senses. My fingers tingle on the cotton of his T-shirt. The clean scent of his aftershave makes me crazy.

Closer, my subconscious begs. More. I lean forward, pressing my breasts against his chest.