“Del, son of a bitch,” he swore. “What the hell was that?”
I opened my eyes and gasped. “I…well…” That was amazing for me, but maybe it hadn’t been for him.
“How in the hell could I ever forget a kiss like that?”
I sighed heavily and sagged in his arms. “Thank God. I thought you were going to tell me that was a crappy kiss,” I laughed.
“Far fucking from it, Del.” His hand trailed down my neck and to my side. “Gotta say, now that I know what I had, I’m gonna be fucking greedy when it comes to your kisses.”
“Mine?” I squeaked. Had our kiss been as great for him as it had been for me?
“There isn’t anyone else I want to be kissing right now.” His lips captured mine again, and I relaxed into his hold.
This was what I had been wanting, and I wasn’t going to be an idiot and push him away. Honesty had always been the best policy, even when it meant I needed to be straight to the point.
I wanted Jay right now, and I wasn't sure I would ever tire of this man.
*
Chapter Thirteen
Jay
How in ever-living hell could I forget how kissing Delaney felt?
Her lips were soft.
Her whimpers were sweet.
Her touch ignited a fire inside me.
She was everything and more.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around me, and I lifted her up in my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I moved into the living room.
“Upstairs,” she gasped.
“Delaney,” I moaned. If we went upstairs, things were going to get heated really quickly.
“Please,” she whispered.
“If I get you in your bed, I’m not going to be able to stop, Del,” I warned.
“You told me the same thing that night.”
I pulled back and looked her in the eye. “I did?”
She nodded. “Yeah. But then I kissed you and persuaded you to my way of thinking.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “You are going to remember this tomorrow, right?” she laughed.
“Nothing could keep me from remembering this, Del.” I climbed the steps as she pressed kisses to my neck and jaw. Her fingers trailed from my hair down my back and pulled up the back of my shirt.
“Such a smooth talker,” she whispered. “If I didn’t already decide to let you in my bedroom, that right there would have sealed the deal.”
“I ever tell you I love when you say whatever it is you’re thinking, Del? Surprising sometimes, but it’s nice I don’t need to guess what you are thinking.” I reached the top of the steps. “Where am I going?”
“Third door on the right.” She leaned close and pressed her lips against mine.
She took over kissing me, and I enjoyed the way she nipped and licked my lips.
I pushed open her door, flipped on the light, and laid her on the bed gently.
“What are you doing?” she laughed.
I planted one knee on the bed and then moved to straddle her. One knee was on each side of her waist, and I pulled up the bottom of her shirt. “Just one more thing I’ve been dying to do since you knocked me off my feet.”
“You passed out, Jay,” she giggled.
I had, but I wasn’t going to admit it. At least, not out loud.
I laid my hand against the slight bump of her stomach. “That’s the baby?” I whispered.
“Um, yeah. It’s about the size of a kidney bean,” she whispered.
“Wow.” That was freaking amazing. “I can’t really see the bump when you’re standing up.”
She laid her hand over mine. “Yeah, I tend to wear baggy shirts, and it’s a good possibility you may have just petted my taco belly and not the baby.”
I flipped my hand over and threaded my fingers through hers. “I’m fine with that as long as you know, from now on, I’m going to put my hand on your stomach whenever I want.”
She laughed and tugged on my hand. My other hand pressed into the bed by her head and I laid on top of her. “Taco belly and all?” she laughed.
“You bet your ass, Del.”
“Speaking of my ass, I’m sure that is going to be expanding soon too.”
“I’m gonna enjoy that too.”
“You’re a strange, strange man, Jay.”
I pressed a kiss to her lips, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “Maybe, but I think you like it.”
“I do, indeed,” she whispered.
I sat back, pulled my shirt over my head, and tossed it on the floor. “Now you.”
She laughed and managed to half sit up and pull her shirt over her head. “Now your pants,” she ordered me.
“Only if yours come off after.”
“I guess you’ll just have to take yours off and see what happens.” She winked and laid back down.
I rolled off her, hopped from foot to foot, and pulled my pants off. “What the hell?” I said as her pants sailed past me.
“One of the perks of wearing leggings. They come off mighty easily,” she laughed.
Her legs were bare, and she was lying before me in just her underwear and bra. Her breasts filled the cups of the bra and were spilling over the tops. I gulped and tried to take a breath.
Delaney was like an angel lying before me.
A very sexy and seductive angle.
“What happens if I take my underwear off?” I strained out.
She bit her lip. “Take ‘em off and find out.” Her hands teased me at the waistband of her panties. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down slightly. “I’m waiting, Jay.”
“Pretty sure I could stand here all day and watch you, Del.”
“Come on, Playboy.”
My blood heated at her calling me that. I hated when she called me that. “You know how you don’t like when I called you babe?” She nodded. “Kind of the same thing when you call me playboy.”
Her mouth formed a circle, and it dawned on her what I meant. “I don’t mean it that way. I guess, I don’t really know how I mean it, but I won’t call you that anymore.”
“Thanks, Del.”
“I guess I would try to abbreviate your name like you did mine but it’ll always just be Jay,” she laughed.
I dropped my underwear to my feet and laughed. “You can honestly call me whatever you want as long as you let me touch you whenever I want.”
She lifted her hips off of the bed and tugged her underwear down to her thighs. “Then what are you doing over there?” she whispered.
I grabbed her underwear, planted my knees back on the bed, and crawled back up her body. My dick bobbed between us, brushing against her soft legs.
She half sat up to unhook her bra, and I brushed her hands aside to do it for her. “I got you, Del.”
I deftly unhooked it, pulled it down her arms, and tossed it on the floor with the rest of our clothes. She laid down, and I covered her body with mine. “I know we’ve done this before but I’m still nervous as hell,” she whispered.
“Nothing to be nervous about when you’re in my arms, Del. I’ve always got you.” My hands lightly glided over her breasts, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingertips, and she sighed softly.