Superfan (Brooklyn #3)(31)

Our mouths fuse and his tongue delves into my mouth. My groan vibrates between us as we deepen the kiss. It feels marvelous and inevitable.

Silas doesn’t miss a beat. Those strong hands worship the skin beneath my top. They stroke upward along my ribcage, his thumbs sweeping under my bra to tease my aching breasts. He’s not shy. Not at all.

It works, too. I want those hands everywhere. And he knows it. A moment later my top is lifted over my head and tossed aside. Silas looks down at my white lace bra and sighs happily. Then he deftly unhooks it and flicks it down and away. A beat later, my breasts are in his hands, his callused thumbs stroking my nipples.

“Kiss me,” he orders in a voice that’s hoarse with desire.

So I do. I rise up on my knees and give the man what he wants. I let his bossy tongue scrape against mine, and I stop wondering whether this is a mistake. Because I like it too much to care that he’s unzipping my skirt. One of those wide hands slides down the globe of my ass and inside my panties. He scoops his hand down until one questing hand finds the slick heat between my legs.

That escalated quickly. But, oh hell, yes.

A better person would probably be horrified at my behavior. I barely know this man. I haven’t seen him for three years. Yet I have his tongue in my mouth while his fingers are stroking me right where I need him.

I think I knew this would happen the minute I first opened that door. Hell, maybe I knew it the first time he ever smiled at me.

Still, I feel vulnerable. And I hate to feel vulnerable. “Why am I the only one who’s half-dressed?” I ask, pulling back.

He makes a caveman grunt at the loss of my mouth. “You can have whatever you want, Delilah. All you ever had to do is ask.”

That’s not strictly true. If he’d shown up to take me surfing in California…

I push that thought out of my head even as I tug on his T-shirt, struggling to free it from his muscular body. He lifts his arms to help me out. And—wow. His chest is like a work of art. My hands slide over skin and muscle. Silky skin over steel. “Do you have any body fat at all?”

“Eight percent,” he mumbles, reaching for his fly.

I’m in the way, so I scoot back and unzip him myself. Then I reach into his straining boxer briefs and caress his impressive erection.

Silas groans so loudly that half of New York probably heard it. Or at least the bodyguard in the hallway did.

Hell.

“Come here,” I say quickly, scrambling off his lap.

“Now?” He catches my hand to keep me close. His eyes are darkened with lust, and his hair is messy from where I clawed at it while he kissed me.

“Please?” I whisper. I don’t want to explain myself. I don’t want to tell him all the ways that I feel out of my element right now. I just want him to magically know what I need and make it happen.

It’s not hard to guess why I’ve never had a healthy relationship.

Silas stands. He zips his shorts so they won’t fall off. Then he actually scoops me up in his arms, the way you’d carry a child. “Where’s the bedroom?” he asks quietly.





Silas





I lay Delilah out on the white bedding and then close the bedroom door. By the time I return, she’s kicked off her panties. She’s lying back, naked, her big eyes full of an emotion that’s not easy for me to parse. Hope and hesitation. Excitement and also nerves.

From the pocket of my shorts I take the condoms that I stashed there hours ago. Unzipping again, I lose my shorts, and then my underwear.

“Really?” she asks in her husky voice. “You planned this?”

“Would you rather I hadn’t?” I ask, lying down on the bed beside her. I run a hand down her impossibly smooth hip, and feel the shiver that she tries to fight off. I’m never going to forget this view. Delilah is slim, bordering on bony. In clothes, she’s all sharp edges and flashing eyes and quick wit.

But naked? She’s softer. I can’t help but lean down and lick one tan nipple.

She shivers. “What if I said no?”

“Then I go home and hit the whiskey.” I lean over and kiss the other nipple, so it doesn’t feel left out. “I learned a few things since the last time I saw you.”

“How to get a woman naked, even without her phone number?”

I shake my head. “How not to fear failure. How to have zero ego. You can’t get the things you want if you don’t lay it all on the line.”

A pair of soft hands find their way into my hair. “You always were smarter than me.”

“Not always.” I have plenty of regrets. But now is not the moment to think about them.

“Do that again,” she says, guiding my head back down to her body.

You don’t have to ask me twice. I trace her nipple with my lips. Then she gasps as I roll it on my tongue and suck. She whimpers as I kiss my way over to the other breast and do the same all over again.

I want my mouth on her everywhere at once. Finally getting what you need is a heady experience, and I don’t even know where to start. So I roam every curve with my hands, and I kiss my way down to the apex of her sex. She smells like honey and musk, and my cock leaks on the bed as I part her legs with my hands.

But Delilah closes her thighs. “Not that,” she whispers, adding, “Ralph.”