Page 33 of Swim To Me

I nod, pulse thrumming in my ears, warm all over. The crowd in the bar doesn’t help, layers upon layers of added body heat. My whole body feels wound up tight. I need a release.

I’d come to the bar looking for a distraction. A distractionfromGrey.

Well, half of a plan succeeding is better than the whole thing failing, Delilah.

“I think I need some fresh air myself,” I say before I can lose my nerve. “Want to get out of here?”

Chapter 8

Grey

Ipull my gaze away from Delilah’s glossy lips, forcing myself to catch her doe eyes instead.

Out of all the bars in the heart of London, I can’t quite believe she’s here tonight. In the flesh. Tucked into my side as if it’s a perfect fit.

She smells so fucking good, something spicy and sultry to match the vibe of the faux speakeasy bar around us and the dress she wears.

The fucking dress.

I’m not sure what I want to do first, tear it off her, or leave it on and lick my way from her creamy neck down to her tits.

Now we’re away from the leisure centre, and Delilah isn’t standing there, vulnerable in her swimming costume, I feel like I can finally put my attraction to her first and God, do I want her.

Everything in Delilah’s reaction to me – the twinkle in her eye, the tilt of her body towards me, the sweet touch of her soft hand – tells me she wants me too. Thank fuck.

My cock kicks in my slacks as she shifts, the toe of her shoe sliding my pant leg ever so slightly further up my left leg. Her thigh is warm beneath the material of her dress, sinking into mypalm. I clench my jaw at the sheer thought of feeling her soft, bare skin on the pads of my fingertips.

“I think I need some fresh air myself,” she says, voice melodic. “Want to get out of here?”

I don’t even have to question it.

“Sure, gorgeous.” The nickname simply slips out past my lips without me thinking, and I’m about to play it cool somehow, but then I catch the flutter of Delilah’s lashes.She likes it.

God, this woman…

Standing, I hold my hand out for Delilah to take, watching her shimmy out of the booth, smooth down the front of her dress with her free hand, and then lead me, a step behind, through the crowd.

It’s gotten a lot busier now than it had been when I’d slipped through the door, grabbing my pint while I waited for Hudson to turn up. Bodies writhe, together and separately, drink spilling from the glasses in unsteady hands.

I let go of Delilah’s hand, settling on her tiny waist instead, my body a shield behind her back.

She reaches back to squeeze one of my wrists in a silent gesture, although I’m not quite clear on what she’s trying to say.Thank you for protecting me through the crowd? Let me lead? I like the feel of your hands on my body?

I keep Delilah pressed up against me the way I want her, the satin of her god forsaken dress bunching up under my thumbs, until the cold air whips through my hair.

Spilling out into the night, I allow Delilah to pull me along silently, leading me down a well-lit street littered with other bars, clubs and restaurants.

I have no clue where we’re headed, but I’m happy to follow her until we cross a set of traffic lights, and the cars start to whip past us. “Delilah—”

“Are you drunk?” Delilah turns to me all of sudden, stopping at the edge of the pavement.

“Drunk?” I shake my head, blood fizzing, watching her dress billow around her legs as a large truck passes us by and creates an upwind gust. I can’t help but reach out to grasp her, drawing her away from the edge and further into the pavement. Towards me, to safety. “No, I’m not drunk, gorgeous.”

She rests her small hands on my shoulders, having to look up at me even with her heels on. “Will you come back to mine, and we can talk?”

Surprised shock ricochets through me, although I hope it doesn’t show on my face. I just didn’t expect those words to be coming from Delilah’s mouth right now, but I’m not about to be stupid enough to decline.

“If that’s what you want.”

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