Page 105 of Swim To Me

“You know you don’t need tips in bed, Grey. Far from it, actually.”

Unable to hold back a smirk, I pretend to think about Delilah’s words. “Do I?”

Delilah rolls her eyes but indulges me anyway, a smile of her own across her soft looking lips. “Yes, Grey… now are you coming to bed or not?”

Leaving the book behind me, somewhere within the depths of the sofa cushions, I take Delilah’s outstretched hand, waiting while she double checks the lock on her apartment door and then leads me into her bedroom.

She crawls under the covers, while I undress, the scent of chlorine still strong on my skin. I linger once I’m down to just my briefs, unsure what Delilah is expecting or wanting from tonight.

“Delilah, are you sure—”

Peeling back a corner of the cover for me, Delilah pats the space beside her. “Yes, Grey, I’m sure. Come lie down.”

Slipping into bed, I prop myself up on one hand, staring down at Delilah; the fan of her brunette hair across the white pillows, the soft pink bow of her lips, the hint of collarbone peeking out beneath the thin material of her night clothes. I want to drag my lips across the smooth skin there, up to her jaw and take her lips, taste her with my tongue.

Acutely aware of Delilah’s foot beginning to rub up and down one of my bare legs, I grip her hip beneath the sheet, pullingher until her breasts brush up against my chest. The silk of her pyjamas glides easily, without resistance, so thin I can feel her nipples harden, creating a perfect outline I want to lean down and suck.

“Grey?” Her voice is soft. Almost as soft as the small hand cupping my jawline, smoothing along my bottom lip. “Have you slept with anyone else since we…”

I shake my head quickly. “No. Have you?”

My stomach bottoms out just asking the question, yet I know I can’t react badly if Delilah’s answer is yes. If she has slept with someone else… well, I can’t do anything about that. We weren’t together. But still, my mouth sours at the thought and I fucking hope she hasn’t.

“No, Grey, I haven’t slept with anyone else. I couldn’t even bear the thought of someone else kissing me, touching me, being inside me—”

“Thank fuck,” I whisper against Delilah’s mouth before taking it for my own. I suck at her bottom lip, nibbling until her flesh is puffy and red. Sliding the tip of my tongue along the seam of her lips, Delilah grants me access into her mouth, meeting me in the middle, tilting her head to deepen our kiss.

My skin prickles hot when Delilah throws one of her legs over my waist, grinding into me, our lips never breaking apart. I can feel the heat emanating from her core, warm and damp on my muscled upper thigh. Cock swelling, my balls ache, precum smearing itself inside my underwear, leaving my length sticky.

Rolling us over, I hover above Delilah, my chest heaving with lack of oxygen, lungs burning, until I finally break our kiss. Delilah licks at her swollen lips, staring up at me with her glassy brown doe eyes, the collar of her top all rumpled to reveal the creamy swell of her upper breast.

“Do you think we’re moving too fast?” She pants, a sudden knit between her eyebrows. “Are we doing it wrong… having sex too soon after we’ve gotten back together and—”

Tracing my thumb over the fold in her skin, I gently smooth out the wrinkle. “Only if you feel like we are, gorgeous. There’s no right or wrong in this situation. What we choose to do together is nobody’s business.”

Delilah nods, but her head is bobbing too fast, and I can see the tense set of her mouth. Her mind must be whirring, unable to turn off completely or even slow down.

I know the moment has passed, but still my cock twitches at her pressed up against my body the way she is, the smell of her in my nose, the taste of her on my tongue, not yet getting the memo.

Bending my neck, I place a chaste kiss on Delilah’s lips, rubbing the tip of my nose along hers. “Do you want to watch a movie instead?”

We settle on a new blockbuster neither of us have seen, but I’m not sure Delilah is really paying attention. Laying on my chest, she sighs, only beginning to full relax when I smooth the hair back from her forehead in a repetitive motion.

“I’m sorry I changed my mind,” she whispers, almost fifteen minutes into the movie.

Ignoring the epic car chase happening on the screen, I tip Delilah’s chin up until she’s looking at me. “Delilah, you don’teverneed to be sorry for changing your mind, or saying no. Okay?”

She swallows, turning her head to kiss the inside of my palm splayed out over the side of her head, my fingers cupping the nape of her neck, and then returns her cheek back to my chest until her breathing evens out and she drifts off, safe and content in my arms.

Chapter 27

Delilah

“Is it just me or is today going painfully slow?”

Taking a break from the seemingly never-ending manuscript I’m due to have finished in a couple of days, I brew myself a second cup of coffee from the staff room in the office and return to my space, laughing at Grey’s fake groan of annoyance down the phone.

“I don’t think any more so than usual,” I reply, setting down my steaming cup and ignoring the way my computer lights up with yet another email. “Why do you say so?”

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