Page 30 of A Moment for Us
Chapter 9
Joshua
This is wrong.
This is wrong.
And I don’t have the willpower to stop it.
Why does this woman make me so fucking stupid? It’s as if every promise I’ve made myself disappears when she touches me. Hell, when she looks at me.
I’m a damn idiot, that’s what I am.
Still, the sound of Delia’s soft moan seems to seep through my soul, hardening my dick even more.
Our tongues fight against each other, moving deeper, wanting to take everything the other will give.
I move toward her bedroom and then stop, remembering all the things I wanted to do to her on this floor.
“I want you here,” I say as I stop between the dining room and living room. “I want to lie you down on the cold wood floor, taste you, make you scream.”
Her lips move to my ear. “Then stop talking and do it.”
I put her down, standing above her, as she waits. God, she’s so fucking gorgeous. Everything about her is perfect. The way her blonde hair flows around her, and the cognac-colored eyes staring up at me with so much trust that it threatens to bring me to my knees.
She watches as I grab the blanket off the back of the couch for her to use as a pillow. “Lift your head.”
She does.
I place it under her. Her headache may be gone, but I’m not taking the chance.
Delia smiles up at me. “And they say chivalry is dead.”
“There’s nothing chivalrous about what I want to do to you, sweetheart.”
“Promise?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good.” She grins.
I lift her skirt up, and when I find she doesn’t have any underwear, I stare up at her.
Delia’s grin hasn’t faded. “What?”
“You had nothing on all night?”
“Or at the party.”
“Fuck.” I groan deeply as I spread her legs, taking in the view I’ve come to dream of. “And did you think about this?” I ask as I kiss her ankle.
“What?”
I nip her calf as I move higher, eliciting a giggle. “Did you think about me lifting your skirt, sliding my tongue against your clit, making you moan?”
Her eyes flutter closed, and she nods.
I wait until her gaze meets mine. “I think about this all the time. I ache to feel you,” I confess, knowing this is a risk. “When I saw you at the party, I wanted to take you behind a tree...” I kiss her thigh.
