Superfan (Brooklyn #3)(32)

I lift my face and find those giant eyes blinking down at me. “Really? Why not?”

“Because…I didn’t shave.”

“Oh, honey.” I drop a single kiss right onto the thicket of hair between her legs. “The way I want you is so much bigger than that. In fact, the messier the better.”

Her head flops back onto the pillows, and she lets out a little sigh that only serves to show me her perfect breasts in motion. “Come here. Please?”

I obey. Of course I do. I cover her body with my own and kiss her again. And again.

Smooth arms come around to hold me. As I stroke her tongue with mine, silken knees rise up to pin my body against hers. My cock settles between her legs, the base cradled against her sweet pussy.

Her dark eyes flash with pleasure as she moves her hips to strain against me.

I settle in, kissing her. Loving her body with mine. Trying every combination of skin on skin that I can think of. I roll us to the side, nipping her lip, slipping my hand down between our two bodies. She moans as I drag a fingertip around her opening in a circle. But I don’t venture inside.

She’s panting and gripping my body with eager fingers. Her eyes dart toward the condoms on the table. But she doesn’t say a word.

“You want me to fuck you,” I whisper between kisses. “But you won’t ask.”

“What are you waiting for, if you know me so well?” she returns. Her tone suggests that she’s still angry with me. But she won’t admit that, either.

I’ll just have to win her trust again, then. But first things first.

I reach out to grab a condom off the table. I tear the packet with my teeth, flick it away, and then roll it on, one-handed.

When I pull her into my arms again, her kiss is fierce. It begs me to love her.

I’m only dimly aware of my surroundings—the fine furnishings, the last of the dusky light filtering through the windows. Time has stopped for us at last. I thought it never would. I palm one of her smooth legs in my hand, and thrust my hips.

And…finally. With a groan I slide into her tight heat. She moans into my mouth, and we’re a fierce tangle of tongues and teeth and limbs. I rock into her, each stroke more intense than the last. I want to slow down and savor everything. But there’s no way. I’m like a starving man who’s finally been given a meal.

Delilah doesn’t make it any easier, either. Her nails scrape my back, and her breathing is fast and wild. “Don’t. Stop,” she moans, her eyes dark and hungry.

“I would never,” I pant, although I’m fast approaching the point of no return. I bite my lip and groan as my need for release mounts.

Our gazes lock again. My prickly girl can’t look away this time. It’s too right and too good.

Only pride keeps me going until Delilah makes an achy, desperate noise, her forehead creasing with effort. Like she’s reaching for something just beyond her grasp.

I lean down and kiss her as softly as I can manage right now. “I’ve got you.” I roll us over, pulling her against my chest. I take a deep breath and thrust lazily. “Let go, sweetheart.”

“I…” She blinks down at me. “I’m still angry.”

“I know. Not just at me. At the whole world.” I thrust my hips off the bed and she closes her eyes with pleasure. “Show me how mad you are.”

“You’re…”

I reach up and take her breasts in my hands, my thumbs circling her nipples.

“You…” She leans down and kisses me instead of finishing that sentence. And then she sinks down on my cock and moans deeply. As our tongues slide together, her body quakes around mine.

I can’t hold back any longer. I sit up fast, catching her in my arms and pumping her hips onto mine one more time. And then I groan into her neck as I empty my soul inside her.

“Good. Lord,” she pants a moment later, her body slumped against mine.

“Still remember why you’re mad at me?” I tease, my hand rubbing circles on her soft skin.

“No,” she grunts. “But I’m still calling you Ralph.”

“Okay,” I say, smiling into her hair. “I deserve it.” She moves her hips an inch and I groan at the beautiful contact. “Going somewhere?”

Yes, apparently. She disengages suddenly and studies me.

“What?”

She shakes her head. “You still get to me. I don’t know what it is that makes you so appealing.”

“Clean living.” I fall back onto the pillows with a happy sigh. “I swear I have plenty of stamina. I just need a little rest before I can prove it.” I open my arms. “Come here.”

She only hesitates for a second before joining me on the pillows.

My arms close around her, and now I have everything I need.





Delilah





In the morning, I wake up to the sound of texts hitting my phone, one after the other. Becky, I realize as my eyes fly open. She and I were supposed to have breakfast. Whoops!

She’ll forgive me when she learns why I’m not available.

Beside me, Silas rolls over. He opens one eye, shuts it again, and then smiles at me with his eyes closed. And my poor stupid heart melts a little further. He looks so boyish right now. So cute.

He catches my feet with his under the covers, and then drapes a sleepy hand onto my hip. “Morning,” he mumbles, as if this were a perfectly normal way to wake up together.