Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
7
Mal
“Do you want to come inside?”
My whole fucking body went tight and hard at her innocent enough question.
I shifted on my feet, thankful as hell my shirt covered my crotch, because the last thing I needed Delilah to see was the raging hard-on I sported.
She held the door open, and I stayed quiet for so long that she started moving on her feet slightly, back and forth as if she was nervous.
“Or not. It’s okay,” she said softly, and I cursed low under my breath.
I hated that I made her feel awkward. I’d just felt stunned by her invitation, and not because she meant anything more by it than being polite, no doubt. I just fucking wanted Delilah with a fire that burned in my veins. And so as soon as she invited me in, all I could think about was stepping over the threshold, holding nothing back, and taking her body up against mine as I held her until she was clinging to me.
I ran a hand over my nape and exhaled. “No. I mean, no, I’d love to come in. Thanks.”
She gave me the hottest fucking smile, held the door open, and stepped aside. As I came inside and moved past her, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Good God. She smelled fucking incredible. Like something citrusy. My body reacted in the most physical way. My muscles felt tighter, harder, my cock jerking behind my fly as it thickened even more.
I breathed out slowly and willed myself to calm the fuck down. While I had my back to her, I quickly reached down and adjusted my cock. By now, it didn’t matter if my shirt helped to cover my massive erection; the fucker was tenting my jeans and the damn shirt at this point.
I heard her shut and lock the door, and I swore I felt testosterone move verily through my bloodstream. We were alone. I’d known that before I even came over here, and hell, using the stupid as hell excuse that I wanted to drop off books to Aiden, when I could have given them to him any damn time, had been the only thing I could think of.
But she hadn’t questioned me, thank fuck, so here I was, smelling nothing but the sweet scent of Delilah and telling myself not to fuck this up. Which, I probably would.
I heard the TV and went over to the entryway, leaning against the doorframe and staring at the screen. There was some chick-flick on, and I felt my eyebrows rise to my hairline as the couple on the television started to make out. I knew where this was headed, and it was confirmed when clothes started getting torn off and moans echoed through the air.
I glanced over my shoulder at Delilah, who still stood by the front door. Her face was so red, her head downcast, her hair being used as a shield. And then the woman moaned especially loud, and I couldn’t hold back the smirk as Delilah’s face got impossibly redder.
God, she was so fucking pretty when she blushed.
“Interrupt your movie night?”
She snapped her head up and narrowed her eyes, her full lips thinning from irritation.
There she is, that fiery little thing I fucking love so much.
“I mean, I can leave if you wanted to be alone?” I turned to face her, my arms crossed over my wide chest, that smirk still covering my mouth. “You know, so I don’t interrupt… anything.” Oh man, she was getting really pissed at me, and I was getting even more turned on by it. My cock was a damn lead pipe behind my fly at this point, and I had no doubt the tip was soaked with pre-cum.
“If you’re gonna be an ass and immature, you know where the door is.” With that, she turned and headed into the kitchen.
Although it turned me on like nothing else that I got under her skin, I didn’t want her that pissed at me.
Get your fucking shit together, man.
I ran a hand over the back of my hair and exhaled. This wasn’t how the night needed to go anyway. If I was going to tell Delilah how I felt, then I needed to be honest about it all and not revert to annoying her just so I could feel that thrill move through my veins.
I followed her into the kitchen and saw her grabbing a carton of ice cream out of the freezer before shutting the door. A white cloud dissipated as soon as the door shut, and I stood back as I watched her reach for the cupboard and grab a bowl. She glanced over her shoulder and lifted a brow.
“Ice cream?”
I wasn’t much of a dessert guy… not unless said dessert was spread all over Delilah’s tight little body.
Fuck, I had to keep my mind out of the gutter or this was going to be a very painful, awkward night for me.