Page 65 of Nanny For My Brother's Best Friend

“It’s so fucking good to see you.”

I kiss her as I drop beside her, knocking over piles of clean clothes in the process. Delilah groans and I cup her head, holding it in place to deepen the kiss I’ve been craving for days now. It’s fierce and hungry and she gives every bit back to me as our tongues dance together.

This is what I need now.

We end up in my bed, touching and tasting each other as if it’s been years. Delilah seems even more aroused than ever before and grips my hair as she comes around my tongue, begging me to get inside of her.

She is the one to get on her knees, and I grin as I position myself behind her. Delilah moans as I slide inside of her, feeling her tight, wet heat around me as I bury myself. She’s rocking into me before I finish, and we find a careless, rough pattern together easily.

“You’re perfect.”

I grip her hips and keep moving, knowing I’m close to release after the incredible blow job Delilah gave me. I give in to the feeling, feeling myself go over the edge as her orgasm floods me. We both cry out softly and ride it out before collapsing together.

“That was a little rough. Sorry. I was happy to see you.”

I reach over to stroke Delilah’s damp hair, and she jerks in response. What the hell? I just had wild sex with this woman, but a touch scares her?

“I feel the same way. You felt how into it I was, Miles.”

“I felt that a little more than usual. Are these travel weeks getting to you like they are me? I’m guessing so, since Lola stayed over with my family.”

“That wasn’t my idea. Brynn wanted to take her to the movies and out for ice cream, and I agreed. Lola needs time with them.”

There’s a hollowness to her voice I don’t like. Delilah sounds like she just shut off emotionally.

“I’m not criticizing you, Delilah. I know you need a break sometimes and Lola needs time with my family. You must be tired spending every day with my girl.”

“I’m tired for sure. Lola isn’t the only reason.”

“What’s wrong Delilah? I can hear something in your voice.”

“Can’t we just have sex all night and fall asleep? I like that idea.”

Who am I to say no to sex? I tell her we’re going to talk soon and give into her addictive kiss, making love to Delilah until I pass out from exhaustion.

I wake up the following day alone, but it’s late and I know Delilah is up with Lola. She’s my hero for being up as late as we were and managing my daughter first thing. Once I take a quick shower and dress for the day, I head into the living room to join them.

Music is playing in there, and toys surround Lola, but I don’t see Delilah. Assuming she’s in the bathroom, I walk into the kitchen to pour some coffee, but the fancy machine Delilah bought for me looks like it hasn’t been used for a few days. The pitcher is clean and cold to the touch.

When I hear footsteps, I turn my head to smile at Delilah. She looks tired and I can’t blame her for it. I make a mental note to let her nap later.

“Do you have something against coffee? This looks like it hasn’t been used today.”

Her face goes pale, and I see something flash in her eyes that looks a lot like panic if I’m reading her right.

“I haven’t wanted any lately and completely forgot to make some for you. I’m sorry. Let me make some right now.”

“I can make coffee, Delilah. It’s fine. I’m just surprised you aren’t taking it in an IV these days.”

“Sometimes, I just don’t want it. I’ve been trying different teas lately that Alli introduced me to. I made eggs and toast for breakfast, and I can make something else for you if you’re hungry.”

I make coffee and focus on the tone in Delilah’s voice. Cooking is the last thing it sounds like she wants to do, and I wonder what’s going on.

“I can do that, too. In fact, I can watch Lola if you want to take a nap. You’re probably tired after last night.”

I feel her eyes on me and turn around. Delilah looks surprised and I arch a brow at her, just wanting to feel comfortable.

“That’s nice. Thank you. She’s fed and playing, and you know her schedule. Are you sure?”

---