“Bad idea? Or good idea?”
So she wanted to get spicy, huh? “You’re right.” I put down my glass, stood up and pulled Delaney out of her seat. “A good idea. A very, very good idea.”
Before she could prepare for what I was about to do, I lifted the henley shirt up and over her head. Instead of stopping there to enjoy the fruits of my labor, I unzipped her jeans and got rid of those just as quickly.
Before long, we were divested of our clothing and Delaney found herself positioned perfectly in the middle of the bed. I wanted to touch every inch of her. I wanted to make her wild with my tongue, showing her why I hadn’t ordered dessert with the meal.
But more than anything, I wanted to make love to her.
Positioning myself between her legs, after a quick check to ensure she was wet with such little foreplay—she was—I didn’t screw around. Guiding myself into her, we became one. Despite the frantic pace of our disrobing, evidenced by clothes strewn around the bed, this was anything but frantic.
“I am so in love with you, Delaney Montana Thorton.”
“Mmmm, thought maybe you forgot about that,” she said, pulling me all the way down, on top of her.
“Never. I love it. Someday we’re going there to make love in a log cabin in the mountains.” Our pace was slow, deliberate. Delaney held me close to her, as if I wanted to go anywhere. The feel of her breasts against my chest, of being inside her… never. I wasn’t going anywhere, ever.
Reaching down between us, I circled my thumb against her clit, looking forward to seeing her face when Delaney came for me.
“We’re going to make love in a balcony room with a view of the Mediterranean in Italy,” I said, increasing the pace. “And everywhere and anywhere else you want to go.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, cupcake. Now why don’t you show me how that pretty face of yours lights up as you come all over me. My fingers…”
“Parker.”
“My dick.”
“Parker.”
“Come on, that’s it.” Her hips circled below me, the slow pace giving way to something more urgent.
When Delaney began to cry out, I removed my hand and thrust into her. Holding myself there, I was completely buried in her. I could feel Delaney’s orgasm as my own had me driving even deeper. She clung to me as I cried out, every muscle in my body tensing.
Neither of us let go, for a long time.
When we finally did manage to move and find ourselves in the massive whirlpool tub, I vowed to install one in our own master bedroom.
“I want one of these in our log cabin,” I said, my hand running over Delaney’s outer thigh as she lay between my legs. Under the premise of “cleaning” her with the small bar of soap in my hand, I explored every inch of her body.
“A log cabin, huh?”
“That alright with you?”
Delaney moved to the side, looking up at me. “More than alright. Are you being serious though?”
“Very. Maybe lakeside?”
She laughed. “A log cabin on the lake. That sounds… expensive.”
“The land, maybe. But if I can build the house at cost, not as much. Besides, we’ll both have successful businesses by then.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“You’re being serious.”
