Page 47 of Twisted Fate

Words caught in my throat. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to make empty promises because I wasn’t certain I could follow through with them. So, I simply nodded. Her face fell, and she turned away from me, padding silently down the hall. My lukewarm response hurt her. I wanted to kick myself for it.

I tried to finish my work, but I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was the disappointment on Delilah’s face when she left my office thirty minutes ago. I needed to just be upfront with her, to explain what had me so rattled. She would understand. She always did. I closed my laptop and headed upstairs, prepared to spill my guts.

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Delilah

I was contemplating stuffing allmy clothes back into my bag and leaving when a broad frame stepped into the doorway. Vance’s cool dismissal had shaken me, making me feel like an unwelcome guest in his home. He’d been so gung-ho about me staying the night when he brought it up last week, but now I felt more like a nuisance.

“Hey,” he said from the threshold. I didn’t reply, just watched as he propped his shoulder against the frame. “Do you have everything you need?”

“I think so.”Except for you. I kept that thought to myself, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already were. I clutched the clean pajamas I had in my hand to my chest in an attempt to soothe the ache. “I’m just going to grab a shower before bed.”

He stepped aside to allow me to exit. I stared straight ahead, unable to look at him as I passed. I didn’t know what had happened between last week and this morning to cause this change in him, but I couldn’t help but wonder if what we had was already over.

I held my breath as I stepped through the doorway, not wanting to inhale his irresistibly masculine scent. It left me in a whoosh when his arm shot out, wrapping around my middle and halting me in my tracks.

“Delilah,” he rasped. My heart rate skyrocketed, and I took several deep breaths before I turned to face him. His eyes smoldered as the muscle in his jaw ticked. He didn’t move for a long moment, and neither did I. I fought the urge to melt into him when what I should’ve done was pull away. But I couldn’t. I was drawn to him.

Then he struck. The hand resting on my hip tightened, and he turned my body toward him. His lips crashed down on mine as he pressed me against the doorway, the trim biting into my spine. His hard body trapped me in place as one hand slid into my hair, his fingers curling around the nape of my neck. He grew long and hard against my belly, and I moaned into his kiss.

Suddenly, he turned me again and backed me into the room, shutting the door behind us. I was so lost to him, I didn’t question why the sudden change. I just wanted to feel him. Next to me, on top of me,inside me. I wanted it all.

His hands skated beneath my shirt, his warm skin brushing against mine as he lifted the fabric. He pulled it over my head and tossed it onto the floor before relieving me of my bra. His head dipped, and his lips skimmed over my collarbone before closing over my nipple. I cried out as I threw my head back, the sensation welcome but jarring as his gentle pulls sent a jolt of arousal pulsating between my legs.

He tugged roughly at my bottoms, and I shimmied my hips to help him get them past my butt and thighs. Slipping his hands into the back of my panties, he cupped my ass cheeks and squeezed before pushing the soft cotton down my legs.

He urged me back onto the bed and climbed over me, his fingers going to the buttons on his dress shirt as he straddled my hips. He expertly undid them, his molten gaze never leaving mine. He yanked the shirt off before dropping his hands to his pants. My mouth watered when his erection sprang free. I gripped him in my hand and pumped a few times before he fell over onto his back so he could kick off his pants. I sprang into action, coming up on my hands and knees and climbing over him, my knees bracketing his calves and my hands braced on the mattress on each side of his hips.

“Delilah.” His words fell away, replaced by a sharp hiss of air through his teeth when my tongue darted out to lick the crown. My lips closed over his glistening head and slid down his length. A string of low curses left his lips as I pulled back, sucking as I went. His salty flavor hit the back of my tongue, and a moan rumbled up my throat. He groaned at the sensation, his hips flexing forward.

I worked him over, using my hand to stroke him as I bobbed and licked and sucked. My name fell from his lips in reverence, the sound heady and pleading all at once.

Suddenly, he gripped my upper arms and yanked me up his body, his lips finding mine. He captured my mouth in a punishing kiss before pulling back. “I need to taste you. I need to feel that sweet pussy tightening around me. I want you to sit on my face then ride my cock.” I whimpered at the salacious command as my core grew hot and slick. I was completely at his mercy.

He urged me forward until I was straddling his face. His tongue darted out to swipe at my sensitive flesh, and my thighs clamped down on his head. “Sorry,” I squeaked as a dark chuckle fell from his lips.

“Hold onto the headboard,” he instructed as his hands curled around my thighs, pinning them open. I did as he instructed, and he dove right in, devouring me like I was a gourmet meal.

My hips began to move of their own accord, his tongue circling and flicking my clit until my legs were shaking. I was writhing against him, shamelessly taking the pleasure he offered. And when I came, I came hard, crying out his name like a plea and an exaltation.

He maneuvered my limp and sated body so I sat astride his hips. A wicked smile tugged at his lips, and a blush crept over my cheeks when I noticed the way they glistened.That was from me.

“That was fucking amazing,” he said.

“Shouldn’t that be my line?” I replied with a sheepish grin.

“I think we both enjoyed ourselves.” He flexed his hips, driving his point home as his rock-hard length pressed against my sensitive flesh. Reaching for the nightstand, he pulled the top drawer open and fished around inside for a condom.

We’d never had the birth control/protection talk, but he was always careful. I had the implant in my arm, but it was almost time for a new one, and I didn’t want to risk getting pregnant. I didn’t even want to think about the kind of turmoil that would cause.

Those thoughts evaporated when I took in the heat in his gaze. His eyes never left mine as he gripped my hips and guided me onto his erection. We both groaned as I took him all the way to the hilt. I felt so full and stretched to the max, but it was the best kind of sensation. With his hands clamped around my waist, he guided my movements as I rocked back and forth.

“You’re in control now,” he crooned, easing his grip and letting me take over. I loved the power he gave me, letting me control every aspect of our joining. It was something I desperately needed at times. “Ride me as fast or as slow as you want, but don’t stop until you’ve had your fill.”

His words spurred me on, and I moved faster. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his legs and giving him a full view of the action.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sliding his hand down my stomach and finding my clit with his thumb. I jumped at the sensation, the tender bud still sensitive from his earlier ministrations. He stroked it as I rode him, my head falling back as another climax built. It crashed over me, stealing my breath as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. He followed me over the edge, my orgasm igniting his. I collapsed against his chest, both of us trying to catch our breath.

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