Page 76 of Sin With Me
"Did you have feelings for me while datin' my brother?"
There would've been some crossover from our calls to when she started dating him, and I shouldn't ask, but selfishly want to know.
She winces, still not making eye contact. "Kinda, yeah. I really did like Waylon when we first reunited. He was a great boyfriend and supported me during one of the worst times ofmy life. But after Harlow's incident and my dad still needin' a lot of help, I couldn't put in the energy for a relationship."
"No one could blame you for needin' to take time away and focus on them. You're good at helpin' people, Delly. Your voice was always so soothin' to hear. It's why I called so much. I knew I sounded pathetic, but I didn't care as long as you picked up the phone."
She finally looks at me. "I was devastated knowin' you'd call in and have to hear I'd never be back. While I was cryin' over Harlow in the ICU, I was also cryin' for you. I worried so much that you'd relapse, and I wouldn't be there for you."
No longer able to keep my hands off her, I grip her hips and pull her onto my lap. She straddles my thighs, wrapping her arms around my neck, and it feels so good to be close to her like this.
It feels safe. Comforting. Likehome.
"I called once a week askin' for you just in case you returned. Even though they said you weren't, I held onto hope that one day you'd be there and that was enough to keep me from cuttin'. I knew if I got to hear your voice again, I wanted to be able to tell you I didn't relapse. And because of you, I didn't."
Years later, I still haven't, but it's a daily struggle not to give into the pain and darkness when it cripples my mind.
"I wish you would've told me you knew who I was..." she whispers, leaning her forehead against mine, breathing harder than before. "So that I could've told you I knew, too."
"Would that have made a difference? I had the impression you wanted to avoid this conversation."
Her head pops up and she meets my eyes. "I-I dunno. I thought if I pretended there was nothin' between us, I'd eventually move on and wouldn't risk gettin' hurt. You weren't exactly...relationship material."
"That's true..." I nod, reaching up to brush loose strands of blonde hair behind her ear. "But that's because no one compared to you."
She leans into my touch, her eyelids fighting to stay open. "Do you really mean that?"
"A thousand percent. I've never felt that way with anyone else. It was a blessin' and a curse. I held onto that feelin' and chased it for years, hoping it'd come around again. Turns out, it's directly linked to you and only you."
"Wilder..." she breathes out barely above a whisper. "Will you kiss me, please?"
I cup the back of her neck, pushing us together, but stop before our lips can fully touch. "You sure, Delly? Once I kiss you, I won't be able to stop. So I need you to be aware of what you're askin' me."
"I'm sure..." she replies confidently. "Please, Wilder. Kiss me."
And that's all I need to hear before crashing our mouths together and sliding my tongue inside. She sucks on my piercing and moans when I tighten my arms around her waist, molding our bodies together.
Her fingers slide up into my hair, and I savor the feel of her mouth and hands on me.
Kissing her again like this, without the confusion of what's happening, makes it even better than the first time. It's never felt like this for me, kissing anyone else, but with Delilah—it's heart-pounding, thrilling, electric.
Intoxicating.
Her soft, tender lips caress mine in a way that has me moaning for more.
When my lips feather down her jaw, she rocks against my erection, and I growl at how amazing it feels. Her head falls back when I make contact with her neck and suck the sweetness offher skin. My palms squeeze her ass, encouraging her to grind on me harder.
My cock swells and it's almost painful not to release it.
"Delly..." I whisper in her ear and she shivers. "I need to taste your pussy. Take off your clothes and sit on my face."
"Onyour face?" she asks when I brush my lips against hers.
"Mm-hmm. I've been dreamin' of it for far too long."
"I've never experienced that with a tongue piercin'..." she says, then hesitates. "Does it hurt?"
I smirk, sliding my palms underneath her shirt because I need to feel her bare skin, which is hot to the touch.
