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“I would’ve drowned for her.”
My hand lifts, resting it on his cheek and willing him to see that I love him and I’m glad he didn’t die that day. His fingers wrap around my wrist, and the two of us don’t say anything.
We don’t need to.
I pour everything into this moment with him. The feelings I held back in the hopes that maybe they’d lessen over time, but never did. I give him all my love. I open myself to him, wanting him to see that while he’s lost, he has a chance to have love again. We won’t ever replace all that was taken, but it doesn’t have to rob him of anything more.
“Delia.” His voice is a whisper.
“Kiss me, Josh. Kiss me and see that I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter 25
Joshua
I’m not able to stop myself.
My head lowers as Delia lifts up onto her toes. Our lips touch in the softest, most perfect kiss that any two people have shared.
Her tongue meets mine, and I’m pressing her to me, needing her, needing this. I have to forget, and she’s the only thing that can help.
I’m raw, feeling as if I’m back in that water, helpless as I watch everything drift away.
But I have her. She’s in my arms, touching me, holding me, kissing me like I’m giving her life.
“Delia.” Her name is a prayer that falls from my lips.
The hushed moan that escapes her is swallowed as we kiss again. Her fingers grip my shirt, holding on as though I have any intention of letting her go.
She molds herself closer, and then we’re moving to the couch. I pull her onto my lap, and her legs settle on either side of me as her hair falls around us.
“Josh, I need you,” she confesses. “I need you, and I love you.”
I take her face in my hands, pulling her mouth back to mine before I say something. I want to tell her that I need her. I want her. I am fucking losing my mind being in this house and not touching her. I ache for her and the closeness we had before. She makes me feel like I’m not a monster, and it’s terrifying.
Delia grinds her hips down, rubbing against my straining cock. “Take what you want,” I say, allowing her to have whatever she needs. “Take everything because I can’t lose you.”
I say too much, but maybe this is what we both need.
“You,” she breathes the word.
“What do you want? Tell me, and you can have it.”
Her deep brown eyes meet mine. “Make me feel good again. Make me feel beautiful. Make me yours.”
Jesus Christ. She’s the most beautiful woman there has ever been. I lift my hands, sliding them through her blonde hair. “You have no idea how perfect you are. How being around you makes me insane.” Her eyes flutter, and I move my fingers down her throat. “Your skin, so fucking soft.” I lean up but pull her hips toward me, kissing the skin where my hands were. Delia sighs deeply. “I want to kiss every inch of you, worship you.”
“Yes.”
“Yes? Is that what you want?”
She nods. “Yes. You, only you, Josh. You’re what I need.”
If this is happening, it’s going to be done right. Not another fuck session. I’m going to do exactly what I promised.
I lift her, and her arms wind around my neck as I carry her to the bedroom. When I reach her bed, I lie her down, staring at the gorgeous woman before me.
“Say something,” she implores.
