Superfan (Brooklyn #3)(80)

I let myself in to what must be the most beautiful hotel suite in Darlington Beach. Floor-to-ceiling windows look out over the darkening ocean. Across a generous living room, big double doors open to reveal a spacious white bed. And Delilah sleeps peacefully on it, her hair spread out on one of the many pillows.

My heart breaks a little bit at the sight of her. It doesn’t matter how strong she is. There will always be someone willing to hurt her. Nobody is unreachable, and her job makes her a target.

I set the food down on the coffee table and toe out of my shoes. In the bedroom, I perch on the edge of the bed and lay a hand on her head. She doesn’t stir. So I strip off my T-shirt and lie down next to her.

My intention is to let her sleep. But I can’t lie this close to her and not bury my nose in her hair, kiss her forehead.

“Silas,” she whispers. Or maybe it’s just a sigh. But I put an arm around her and pull her against my bare chest. Without opening her eyes, she makes herself more comfortable against my body as her breathing evens out again.

This is exactly what I need. She’s safe, and she’s in my arms. I might not get on that plane tomorrow, even if it costs me my job. Because if I’m feeling a little traumatized, Delilah might be a wreck tomorrow. She has every right to be.

And that’s partly my fault. I can’t walk away now.

We lie there awhile, my mind spinning. I stroke her hair and run a hand down the soft skin of her arm. The heat of her body soaks into mine, and our heartbeats find an even rhythm.

She stirs after a time, stroking my bare waist with her thumb, pressing a kiss to my chest. I lie comfortably still, wondering if she needs more sleep. But she nuzzles me with her lips, her tongue finding my nipple and pressing flat against it.

My blood stirs. Of course it does. The thrum of desire I feel for her never goes away. But I didn’t come here to ravage her. So I run a patient hand down her silken hair, and tell my body to relax.

Delilah, though. She’s not on the same page. She makes a trail of kisses across my chest before continuing the path up to my neck. I turn my head on instinct, granting her better access. Her kisses give me goosebumps, and I can’t hold out any longer. “Come here,” I rasp, capturing her face in my hands. I pull her up for a kiss.

We’re nose to nose as our lips meet for the first time in way too long. I hold her brown-eyed gaze as I kiss her gently. The kiss flips a switch inside my worried soul, and the taste of her lips is what finally convinces me that she’ll be okay.

“Dee,” I whisper up at her. “I missed you. I’m sorry I—”

She presses a finger to my lips. “Did you have a really good reason not to show up the other night?”

“Yeah,” I say against her finger.

“Then you can tell me later.”

She replaces that finger with her mouth. I groan as she deepens the kiss, her body spread out on mine. And we ignite faster than tiki torches on the beach. My hands wander down her back and under her shirt, my palms skimming over warm skin, then down to cup her ass. I roll my hips up off the bed, and she moans into my mouth.

A second later she sits up, moves off me and unzips my shorts. I lift my hips again to help her out, and she tugs off everything at once. Freed of my clothing, my hard cock slaps me in the belly. Delilah pulls her shirt off, too, and throws it across the room.

“Jesus,” I say as her breasts bounce free. I try to sit up, drawn like a beacon to her body.

“Nope,” she says, pushing me down again. “Not yet.”

I fall back on my elbows, smiling. “Feeling bossy?”

She doesn’t answer me. Not in words, anyway. Instead, she straddles my thighs and takes me in hand.

“Unngh,” I say as she strokes my shaft with a firm grip. “Okay. Your way is fun, too. In fact—”

I don’t even remember how that sentence was supposed to end, because she leans down and takes me into her mouth.

Whoa. It’s just a little more difficult to worry about the future when her tongue is stroking me and those smoldering brown eyes look up just as she gives me a good, tight suck. “Jesus, girly,” I grunt, stroking her hair with shaking fingers.

She keeps up with her exquisite torture until I’m trembling. “Wait,” I beg. “I’m not ready for this to end.”

Thankfully, she releases me. As she sits up again, I take a deep breath to try to calm down.

But oxygen can only go so far. I’m rock-hard and desperate. And it’s a shock when Delilah kicks off her yoga pants, then throws a leg over me. She lines me up beneath her body and sinks down on my bare cock.

I let out a shout as she sheathes me in silky, clenching heat. All my muscles clench involuntarily as I try to get a hold of myself. “Hey,” I gasp. “Condom.”

“No need.” The vixen gives her head a quick shake. “I came prepared.”

“Day-amn.” I sit up, and we’re nose to nose again. “You feel incredible. I’m probably going to disgrace myself.”

She shakes her head. “I really need to be this close to you right now.”

“You got it.” I wrap both arms around her and take another deep breath. She’s right, too. “There is nowhere I’d rather be.” I tug her hips closer, and we’re chest to chest and nose to nose.

Then tongue to tongue. It’s physically impossible to be any closer than we are right now.