Page 61 of Courting Trouble
Delilah looked up, mouth wet, eyes bright. ‘Are you OK? Should I stop?’
Cassie could only shake her head.
Delilah shifted slightly, one hand sliding up Cassie’s stomach, between her breasts, resting there, on her heart. Her mouth returned to work, and the pressure deepened, rhythm building with devastating patience.
Cassie came with a soft, broken cry, her body arching. Her hands flew to her own face, instinctive, overwhelmed, but Delilah reached up, caught her wrists, and gently pulled them away.
‘Let me see you,’ she murmured.
Cassie let her.
When she opened her eyes again, Delilah was watching her. There was something almost reverent in the way she looked at her.
It undid her more than the orgasm.
Delilah climbed up beside her, pressing close, her bare skin warm against Cassie’s. She sighed softly, settling into her. Instinctively, Cassie turned toward her, hand sliding over her waist, fingers tracing the curve of her back.
‘God,’ she murmured.
Delilah’s smile was knowing. ‘I usually just go by Delilah.’
Cassie arched an eyebrow, determined not to laugh. It slipped out anyway. Delilah laughed too, not at her own joke, but at the sound of Cassie’s pleasure.
Then they lay there in the dark for a moment, the silence filled with heat and the smell of sweat and sex.
Cassie didn’t know what they’d be in the morning. But right now, she didn’t care what came next. Except, of course, for the very next few minutes. Those were mapped out beautifully.
Sliding closer, Cassie let her fingers trace Delilah’s curves with deliberate care, pressing gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder, moving her hand to a place that caused Delilah’s breath to catch. Cassie pressed even closer, letting her hands convey the things she didn’t know how to say.
Sixty-One
Delilah shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow. The sheets clung damply to her skin, and for the first time since the world had gone quiet around them, she felt a flicker of self-consciousness. She cleared her throat.
‘So…’ she said, dragging the word out. ‘Do I, um… Should I go down to my own bunk?’
Cassie turned her head slowly. ‘Do you want to?’
Delilah smiled. ‘Of course not.’
Cassie sighed, and a bit of her usual Cassie-ness popped back up. ‘Then stop asking silly questions.’
Delilah was relief itself. She dropped back onto the pillow, grinning up at the ceiling. ‘Well, thank God. I don’t think I had the energy for it anyway.’
Cassie let out a low laugh, the one that seemed to ripple through Delilah’s whole body.
‘Stay,’ Cassie said simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Delilah tilted her head, trying not to look as soft as she felt. ‘If you’re going tobegme, I guess I have to,’ she quipped.
‘Whatever you say,’ Cassie murmured, already half-asleep, her arm tightening around Delilah’s waist.
Delilah lay still, listening to the slowing rhythm of Cassie’s breathing, the warmth of her body pressed close. Her limbs were heavy, sated, her skin still humming with satisfaction. No promises had been made, no futures carved out. But as she shut her eyes, Delilah was fine with that.
Tonight, she was exactly where she wanted to be. She couldn’t remember ever feeling that sense of rightness before with another person. She hoped it would last. She wanted to stay here. In Cassie’s arms.
Sixty-Two
‘OK, we need to nail this,’ Cassie told Delilah.
