However, I didn’t expect to fall into bed with her the moment I arrived. I had eleven hours to plan what I wanted to say – longer, if I count the past week, when every other moment has been consumed with thoughts of her.
I figured we’d talk it through – that I’d have a chance to explain myself and update her on what’s happened since we parted ways on Capri. But I didn’t count on the power she holds over me, how much being in her presence is like a tractor beam, drawing me in.
And now she’s in the other room – close by, but with all this uncertainty, perhaps a million miles away.
‘Nick.’
Shivers cascade over me, from the crown of my head, down my chest and back, to my limbs, fingertips, and toes.
She’s standing in the open doorway, silhouetted against the darkness of her room, naked and breathtakingly beautiful.
She is everything.
My eyes fix on hers. I peer right into her and her into me, and even though I’m fully clothed, I am as bare as I’ve ever been.
Because Delaney is mine. And I am hers.
Or at least, I hope so.
I cross to her slowly, my feet leaden, time slowing.
When I reach the doorway, I scoop her up and our mouths meet, a perfect fit. She clasps her hands around my neck as her body settles into my arms. Her room is dark, but I can make out the bed, and I lower her onto it, bracing us both with one hand.
She’s so slight, I don’t want to crush her. I hover for a moment, dipping my head to kiss her.
Her fingers get lost in my hair and I angle my head to kiss her harder. Her hands pull me even closer, her tongue wrangling mine – she tastes minty and also like her, the memory of our kiss in Italy forever etched on my brain. I rest my weight on the bed next to her, one hand trailing along her side, my fingertips brushing her skin, feeling her shiver. Our kiss intensifies and I reach between her legs. She’s slick and I find her clit with my finger, circling it slowly. She moans and her hips rise to meet me, grinding against my hand.
I release her mouth, trailing my lips down her neck, peppering it with kisses, and she tips her head back. She’s grinding against me harder now, and I slip a finger inside her, rubbing her clit with my thumb.
‘Two,’ she says breathlessly, and I slip a second finger inside her.
‘Can you come like this?’ I ask, whispering in her ear.
‘Mm-hmm,’ she says, nodding her head sharply.
I capture her mouth again, kissing her hard as she grips the duvet with both hands and we fall into a rhythm. She whimpers into my mouth, a sweet sound that makes my cock strain against my jeans, her hips lifting higher to meet my hand. She’s close and I keep the rhythm, guided by her, what she wants, what she needs.
She breaks the kiss and, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, she cries out, ‘Oh my god, oh my god, yes.’ She plants her feet, her hips rising even higher, her body shuddering with her climax. It’s several long moments before she goes limp, falling onto the bed. I slide my fingers out of her, then lightly brush my fingertips across her stomach as her eyes flutter open.
‘Phoof,’ she sighs, grinning at me. ‘That was… That waswow.’
‘Thatwaswow,’ I say with a smile. My eyes have adjusted to the dim light spilling in from the other room, and my gaze travels the length of her lithe frame. She’s so beautiful.
‘Hey,’ she says, snaking a hand around my neck. I turn towards her as she draws me closer and gives me a soft kiss that quickly deepens. She rolls onto her side, fisting my T-shirt in her hand and yanking it upwards. Her fingers run over the ridges of my abs, which tickles, making me chuckle. She eases back and looks into my eyes, hers dancing with amusement.
‘You ticklish?’
‘Very,’ I reply, squirming away from her insistent fingers.
‘Good to know.’
‘Delaney,’ I warn, ‘you donotwant to get into a tickling fight with me.’
She purses her lips to smother a smile, then her expression softens, her eyes blazing with lust.
‘That really was wow, Nick. I don’t usually… not the first time with someone.’
I can’t help it – I beam with pride.