Page 36 of Swim To Me

Delilah doesn’t do relationships. She’s not looking for one.

I inhale, focusing on the feel of the cool leather sofa beneath my hands. The solid floor beneath my still shoe covered feet. The warmth of Delilah sitting beside me, the audible sound of her breathing, the clean scent of her.

I shift until our faces are close together, until I can study every freckle peeking out from beneath her makeup, the beauty mark dotted on her lip line.

“What are you asking of me, gorgeous?”

Her lashes flutter again at the use of my newfound nickname for her.

“To sleep with each other. Once. To get my want for you, out of my system, Grey.”

I smooth the back of my forefinger against her soft jawline. “I’m in your system, Delilah?”

She nods slowly. “Am I in yours?”

“Since the day I laid eyes on you.”

“So—”

“You want to sleep with me, no strings attached?”

“No strings attached,” Delilah confirms.

Something in my heart beats erratically, a little twinge if I’m honest, but I pay it no heed.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think this would be happening.

But Delilah fucking wants me, and I want her, so what’s to stop us from enjoying each other for the night?

“Okay.”

Delilah’s eyes sparkle, her lips curving up into a grin while she giggles. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me.”

“You want me to kiss you, gorgeous?”

“Please, Grey.” Her voice is breathless already.

I slide one hand behind Delilah’s neck, the other banding around her tiny waist, waiting while she searches my face.

When the tension between us feels like it’s going to snap, I fucking break. “Close your eyes then.”

Chapter 9

Grey

Ipress my lips to Delilah’s, my lids closing at the first plush touch. Her lips part on a moan, allowing me to coax the tip of my tongue with hers, and haul her onto my lap.

She tastes as sweet as I knew she would, with a hint of lime from her cocktail back at the speakeasy bar.

My hands flitter, unsure where they want to land; cupping Delilah’s face, smoothing down her back, circling her waist, grabbing at her ribs, her tits, her hips, her thighs.

Delilah’s hands graze at my jaw, before moving up into my hair, nails scratching at my scalp and causing my hips to buck up.

I swallow down her gasp as I suck on her tongue, greedily bunching up the cool material of Delilah’s dress, it slips through my fingers, until I can strum the bare tops of her thighs splayed out over my lap.

She’s a responsive little thing, grinding and twisting, pulling away from my touch when it becomes too much, but then pressing back into my body, as if she can’t get enough, not a second later.

When I feel the warm heat of her core settle over my hard cock, I break our lip lock, tipping my head back to rest on theback of the sofa, gulping down sweet oxygen in an attempt to clear my head.

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