Page 68 of Desired Hearts
“It’s been real,” I said, heading toward Delaney. “But I’m walking her home.”
“Thank you so much,” she said. “I’m so glad to have finally made a Taco Tuesday.”
“Anytime.” Pia gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for the wine.”
“My pleasure. See you, Mason. Beck.”
After goodbyes, I grabbed our coats by the door, more than ready to finally get a chance to touch Delaney, when she stopped me.
“Before we go…”
I waited, staring at her lips, not able to stand it any longer. Reaching for her, I closed the distance between us, pulling her toward me. Our mouths met as if we’d been kissing each other forever. Fitting perfectly together, only the thought of getting her home made me stop. Catch a breath.
“Yes, cupcake?”
She smiled. “I was thinking, since you have to work early tomorrow, that maybe… maybe you’d want to grab… I don’t know. A toothbrush. Work clothes. Maybe leave from my place?”
Hell, yeah. “Are you asking me to stay the night?”
“I guess I am.”
Without answering, I bolted from the foyer toward the stairs. “Be right back,” I said, heading toward my bedroom and putting together an overnight bag in record time.
Did I care if Delaney saw how glad I was she asked?
No.
Was I going to play bullshit cat and mouse games with her?
Also no.
Was it a good idea to spend the night with her after we just did so two days ago?
Another no.
But sometimes, you just had to say “fuck it” and follow your gut… for better or worse.
25
DELANEY
It was a five-minute drive to my house from the inn. I had on a bulky winter coat. Jeans. There were so many reasons that Parker’s hand should not be down my pants at the moment, except… that was where we were.
And honestly, it was one of the hottest things ever. The fact that he didn’t want to wait to please me, which was exactly what he’d said the second his truck began to warm up and we drove away. One second, he was pulling out of the inn’s driveway, the next he’d reached across my lap and said, “Help me please you,” as he pushed aside my coat and began to unbutton my jeans.
While driving.
“Um, maybe you should concentrate on the road?”
“And the two other people driving around Cedar Falls at the moment? No, thanks. I’d rather concentrate on you.”
Thankfully, he’d done both.
And now we were just a few blocks away as my left hand gripped his jacket sleeve and the other tried to clasp onto the door but couldn’t find any leverage.
“Parker.” I glanced over at him. Though he was actually watching the road, he also must have been acutely aware that he was about to make me come. The smile on this face was 100 percent “cat that ate the canary.”
“Parker,” I said again. “How?” I stopped. Not wanting the answer. His fingers were absolutely magical. “Jesus.” I pressed my hips into him, Parker’s two fingers alternatively rubbing and circling my clit before plunging into me and somehow, even at this angle, finding my g-spot. His arm was stretched clear across the center console, but he looked as comfortable as a light breeze on a summer’s day.
