Page 53 of Swim To Me

“Not really sure yet. Might message one of my brothers, ask if they want to go to the gym, get something to eat… nothing massive. Maybe read some more of that romance book if you’re willing to lend it out to me.”

Delilah recaps her deodorant, picks up her white lace knickers and stares at me. “Close your eyes.”

“Close my eyes?” I repeat, amused, that space beneath my heart tickling my ribcage. “I’ve seen and licked practically every part of you, gorgeous.”

Smiling, she shakes her head. “That was different. Close your eyes, Grey.”

“Fine.” I play along, closing my eyes for a split second before opening them again. Delilah doesn’t notice, dropping her towel as soon as I’ve agreed, peering downwards at herself as she steps into her underwear.

Straightening them on her hips, she checks to see if my eyes are still closed, squawking when she notices I’m watching her.

“Grey!” Her hands find their way to her nipped in waistline; the rest of her body completed naked for me to look at.

I smirk, unable to help myself. Delilah’s a fucking knockout. “What?”

She clicks her tongue at me and rolls her eyes but can’t seem to wipe the grin from her own face, which gives her game away completely. She likes it when I look.

Without another word, she reaches for her matching bra, clipping it at the front and then spinning the cups around until they face the front, and she can slip her arms through. Transfixed, I feel my jaw tick, hands clenching in the sheets at the sight of the pretty material against her sun kissed skin.

I want to tear it from her skin. I want to—

An audible groan slips past my lips when Delilah bends forward, giving me a fucking edible view of her pushed together cleavage, picking up her towel and then turns to head across intothe bathroom, her thong framing her bouncing heart shaped arse.

That arse I’ve grabbed and kneaded and dreamt about. That arse I’m so desperate to bite, sink my teeth into and mark red raw.

Why the hell didn’t I do that last night?

And that thong she’s wearing? I wanna peel it from her body, stuff it in my pocket for later and then spread her legs.

My heart is still racing, the tent under her bedsheets even more prominent, when Delilah returns, making quick work of buttoning up her short-sleeved blouse, and slipping on her pair of tailored grey trousers.

She’s gorgeous and I tell her so. “I thought I’d pass out when I saw you in your bathing suit, and then again in your dress on Saturday, but this is something else entirely, Delilah.”

The staining blush on her cheeks has my lips stretching even wider into a grin. It’s all I seem able to do when Delilah is around – smile.

“I thought the same about you.”

The air in my lungs seems to disappear at Delilah’s sudden admission, until all I can do is stare at her, watching her take a seat at her vanity.

I swing my legs out of her bed, planting my feet on the floor and pulling my black slacks up my legs before I do something silly, like kiss her, and get rejected.

One night…Twonights… that’s all we agreed too.

“Mind if I make a coffee?” I ask, needing to move, get out of this room, before… before I cave under the temptation.

Delilah waves a brush at me, glancing at me in her vanity mirror. “Coffee pods are in the top drawer.”

“Do you want one?”

She shakes her head, curls bouncing. “I’ll get something on my way into work.”

In Delilah’s kitchen, once I’ve found the coffee pods and figured out how to use her coffee machine, I shoot a text off to Blake and Hudson, my only two brothers who live in London and could be around to head to the gym.

Blake replies just as I take a sip of my steaming coffee.

Blake: give me abt 2 hrs meet u there

Hudson doesn’t reply, so I have no clue if he’s meeting us there or not.

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