Page 88 of A Moment for Us
Her brown eyes shine with all the promises of a future. “I do,” I admit.
“You love me?” she asks, the tears pooling again.
“I think I always have, but I can’t say it . . . I can’t trust myself.”
Delia leans in, her lips touch mine, and I’m fucking done. The emotions overwhelm me, and my need for her crashes like a wave on the shore. I can’t stop it. I can’t do anything but hold her as I get lost in the current. My fingers tangle in her long hair, guiding her mouth to fit better against mine.
“Josh,” she moans, and I swallow it.
Carefully, I move her so she’s on her back, close my lips around her nipple, and suck. She gasps and makes soft noises as I move to the other. “God, yes,” she says as I bite gently.
My hand moves down her torso, stopping just briefly over her swollen belly. I love that she’s growing heavy with our children. That something I thought I never wanted is happening, and it’s happening with her. My God, I’m a lucky fucking bastard.
I keep moving, wanting to touch another part of her. To make her feel the passion she brings out in me. The hope she rekindled.
“I want you so much,” I tell her as I lift my head from her breast. “I want to make you come so hard that you pass out after. I am going to take you higher and higher until the fall makes you afraid, and I’m going to push you over it.” She arches her back, and my finger slides under the seam of her panties. I touch there, knowing that she’s aching for it. “Do you want that, Delia?” I ask. “Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes.”
I increase the pressure, just barely, and she lets out a deep throaty sound. “Does that feel good?”
“So good. You always feel good.”
I smile. “Do you want more?”
“Please.”
“So polite,” I murmur as I kiss her belly on my way to where I want her most. “So beautiful.” I kiss her lower and then pull her pants off. She lies there like a goddamn goddess before me. Her blonde hair spread out around her, eyes gleaming with passion, and her trust on full display. Delia doesn’t move as she allows me to look at her, see her, take her. “So fucking perfect.”
She shakes her head. “No, not perfect.”
“To me, you are. To me, you’re everything.” I kiss her thigh and then move up, running my tongue along her clit.
“Josh.” She sighs, and I do it again. I flick, lick, and suck. I want her shaking and desperate for me to take her to the peak. I need to be that man today. To do for her, give her, show her just how much she’s ruined me.
I will never be the same again. Not after this time. When we had sex before, there was a part of me that I held back. I wasn’t able to let myself love, not really. Now, she owns everything that I am, even the marred pieces of my soul that drowned that day.
My tongue swipes hard, moving fast, flicking her clit as she grips the sheets. I don’t stop or let up. I want to hear her scream my name. To know that I’m the one. The only one who can make her crazy this way.
“God. Josh. Please!” she yells, and I slip a finger into her, pumping in and out as I suck harder. “Josh. Oh, God. I’m going to come.”
I keep it up, and then I feel her muscles contract as she cries out. After the last of the spasms fade, I lift up, staring at her all flushed and sated.
Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles. “I need you, Joshua. I need you to make love to me.”
I need it more than she can ever know. “This time will be different.”
“I know.”
“I won’t be able to let you go.”
“I never wanted to be anything else but yours.” She leans up and pushes my pants down. As I kick them off my ankles, Delia runs her fingers up my arms and then along my jaw. “Make love to me, Josh.”
I move my hips, feeling her heat beckoning me. “Condom?”
She smiles. “It’s a little late for that.”
I push closer, my cock just at her entrance. She trusts me, and I don’t know that I deserve it. I know I don’t deserve her. This woman with a heart the size of Texas and the strength of Atlas.
