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“Don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to.”
I lead her toward the bed, loving how her skin looks in the candlelight, how the warm glow moves around her. For so long, I’ve been cold. I’ve shut out heat and passion, but tonight, I’m going to burn for her.
When we reach the mattress, I peel her clothes off, watching the fabric fall to the floor as she stands before me—bare. I wish she knew how it was me that felt exposed. How giving her those words, giving her my heart felt natural, but also terrifying.
In the back of my mind, I worry I’ll fail her.
I worry I’ll cause her pain or she’ll face the same fate that Morgan did.
I let her down.
I let her fall, but the love I have for Delia is a hundred times greater. It will kill me if I lose her.
Her long lashes flutter as my hands move down her body, feeling each curve. I lower myself to my knees, and her fingers slide through my hair.
I press my lips to her stomach, to where our future grows, and pray I can do right by her.
Chapter 30
Delia
He’s so gentle. So caring that it causes my heart to ache.
This entire night has been overwhelming and incredible. This house has been a part of me in so many ways. I’ve often wondered about the people who lived here, imagining a love and life that I didn’t think possible.
Josh looks up at me after kissing my belly, and my world pivots. I sink down in front of him, wanting us to be equals, and he presses our mouths together. It’s hungrier than before, but no less tender.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“I love you.”
My throat gets tight because those words from him mean everything to me. We kiss deeper, breaking when I lift his shirt. I want to feel his skin against mine. I remove his pants, pushing them down, and then he helps me to my feet.
Our mouths don’t stop tasting, and our hands don’t stop caressing as he guides me back onto the mattress. I squirm.
“I will never be good enough for you, Delia, but God help me, I’m going to try.”
“Don’t place me on a pedestal. Don’t make me out to be something I’m not because you don’t think you’re good enough. Look at this,” I say, my eyes going around the room. “You did this for me because you love me. If you weren’t good for me, you wouldn’t care.”
Josh parts my knees, and his lips graze my thigh. “I care. I care about you more than my own life. I want you to feel good.”
“I do. I always do with you.”
He kisses lower. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue. I’m going to love you so hard that you never question how I feel about you.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head, and before I can say anything, his mouth is there. Josh does exactly as he promised. I climb higher and higher with each swipe of his tongue. He moves at a steady place while his hands hold my legs down so I can’t move. I’m completely at his mercy, and what a damn place it is. I start to shake as my climax grows nearer.
“I’m so close,” I whimper.
Josh doesn’t relent. He adds more pressure, then pulls back a little, toying with me over and over. I can’t breathe or think or speak.
It’s too much.
I’m too close and too emotional to hold back.
I cry out, yelling his name as I arch up. I’m weightless and heavy at the same time as I fall apart. He continues to touch me, drawing out every drop of pleasure my body can give.
