When I go to leave, her delicate fingers wrap around my wrist.
“Where are you going?” Her voice is rough and her eyes are barely open. She’s tugging at my heartstrings, and she doesn’t even know it.
“To the couch.”
She shakes her head and her hair tumbles into her face. “Stay.” She scoots over and pats the bed next to her. She’s more pliant this way than she was earlier, when she had herself all tied up in knots.
Fuck, this was not in my plans tonight. I’m not sure if I’m strong enough to sleep next to her without telling her everything I’m feeling.
“Please?” she asks, her hand making circles on the sheet.
This girl owns my heart. I can’t say no to her—not now, not ever. There was never a chance I would walk away and end up on the couch once she asked me to stay. When Lincoln said to turn up the heat I don’t think he meantthisquickly. But I guess there’s no time like the present. I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and dropping it at my feet.
Her eyes are definitely open now. There’s just enough light from the moon to see her pupils dilate as her gaze roams over my chest. When her tongue darts out to wet her lips, I take that as a clear enough sign that she is okay with where this is going and push my luck a little further. My thumbs hook in the band of my sweats, sliding them off my hips before letting them pool at my feet. I swear a whimper falls from her lips, but I can’t focus on anything other than the skin she’s revealing as she scoots her jeans down her body.
She keeps her eyes on me as she reaches behind her body in a practiced move and un-clasps her bra. I almost swallow my tongue when her hand disappears up the front of her shirt to move the strap down one arm and then the other. She drops both her jeans and bra off the bed into our growing pile. It’s just a few articles of clothing, but it’s so monumental that it feels like a mountain right in the middle of my bedroom.
I swallow roughly. It’s going to be a long fucking night lying next to her, like this, in just her shirt and panties. There’s no way I’m pushing things further than I already have, because I don’t think either of us could handle it. Lowering myself to the bed, I sidle up next to her, lay my hand on the curve of her waist, and brush a soft kiss at her temple.
Delilah exhales curling into me and turning into the little spoon. I internally groan, willing myself not to get hard at the way she is pressed against me. I wrap my arm around her, holding her close to me.
“Buenas noches, Mi Cielo.” Her breathing evens out as she falls back to sleep, but I can’t even manage to shut my eyes. I want to soak this in and remember the way she looks at this moment, so soft and relaxed.
It looks exactly like I imagined it would, so perfect that it seems unreal. Her skin is warm and smooth. Her creamy complexion is a contrast to my bronzed skin. Eventually my body gives into her warmth surrounding me and the gentle tempo of her heartbeat against my chest lulling me to sleep.
I crack my eyes open cautiously and question whether my current state is a dream or maybe I died, and this is my own personal slice of heaven. The warmth of Delilah in my arms when the early morning sunlight streams through the window is easily the best way to wake up.
She shifts slightly in my arms, causing her ass to rub against me. Of course I’m fucking hard. Her top has ridden up so that her stomach is exposed and she’s pressed up against me in all the right places. I bring my knuckles to my mouth, biting down and fighting the urge to groan or rock into her. Both equally stupid and far too tempting this early in the day.
She squirms in my arms again and I prop my head up on my palm, completely in awe of her. Dark lashes brush her cheekbones as she breathes softly next to me, her lips, slightly parted. I should probably put some space between us, but I am so sick of fighting this. It’s time she knows all the ways she affects me. The hard as hell erection pressed between her ass cheeks should be a pretty clear indication of that.
A sharp intake of breath breaks me out of my thoughts. Delilah’s eyes flutter open and she freezes, but only for a second before she goes slack against me.
Fuck it. There’s a neon sign in my pants telling her how I feel. I may as well just go for it.
My lips brush against her temple. “Good morning, how did you sleep?” Goosebumps blossom across the skin of her stomach where I trace small circles on her skin with my finger.
Her throat bobs, and a sly smile tilts up her lips before she answers, “I was very comfortable. Must be these expensive sheets.”
Expensive sheets. Is she messing with me?
“The sheets,” I repeat as Delilah’s lips tilt up further, spreading into a full-blown smile. “You’re such a brat. Do you know what happens to brats?” Keeping one arm wrapped tight around her, my other hand descends on her ribs, zeroing in on the spot I know will drive her nuts.
“Don’t you dare,” she says, but she can’t keep herself from dissolving into a fit of giggles when my fingers move along her ribs. “Cruz. Please.”
She thrashes against me, and I know she can feel how hard I am, but apparently we’re both just going to ignore that for now.
“What’s wrong, does that tickle?”
“You know it does, you ass.” She growls between the laughter overtaking her body.
“I’ll ask again, why did you sleep so well?” My attack on her slows so she can speak.
“1200 thr—thread count Egyptian cotton,” she squeaks out between gasps.
I shift above her so I’m straddling her hips, locking her in with my knees so both hands are free. She stills as her eyes travel over my chest and down my stomach. The way she’s looking at me only makes my dick stand taller. Not bothering to hide what I’m doing I adjust myself in my briefs. When her stormy blues travel back up my body to lock with mine they’re wide with shock. My heart feels like it might hammer straight through my ribs when her palms come to rest on my thighs, and she traps her bottom lip between her teeth. She’s just as affected by me as I am by her.
Fuck, yes.
