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Chapter 5
DELIA
After all this fantasizing about hot pool boys and getting laid with no-strings sex I've been thinking I would have on this vacation, I'm disconcerted when Beck tells me about his experience as a fuckboy.
He's right, he's better than that. He deserves better than that.
And so do I.
Nothing wrong with a little healthy sexual stimulation...but let's be honest here, it comes with emotional attachment. At least for me it does, and clearly it does for him too. I might have thought I needed a fling.
But maybe I just need Beck.
When we get to the cabin, I ask him to come in.
He doesn't answer right away. "I need you to know, I'm not interested in casual sex."
My heart turns over. "I think I need more than casual sex, too." I look at his face, in the shadows of the pickup cab. "I need you. For as long as I can have you. You...you're amazing and wonderful, and I really want to kiss you."
He reaches for my hair, stroking it behind my ear. "Same," he whispers.
He tastes like chardonnay and butter. He smells like clean male skin and shaving cream. His lips are soft, and the touch of his tongue against mine makes me crave it other places as well.
Our kisses go on longer, get greedier and more desperate, until I wind up sitting astride his lap in the truck, the hardness between his thighs nestled against my crotch as we try to devour each other. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that I've soaked right through my panties, I want him so much.
His hands are everywhere, stroking and caressing me. When I rock my hips against him, he groans into my mouth.
"If we're not careful," I gasp, and kiss him again before pulling away to finish my sentence, "we'll be at it right here."
He just groans again, palming one of my ass cheeks and squeezing gently.
"I'm about to be okay with that," I say. I reach down and unbutton his pants. Unzip them. Raise my hips to move my skirt out of the way.
"Fuck," Beck says, pulling his head back to look at me. "Delia. Please. Can we go in? Can we do this on your bed?"
"Yes," I say, reaching into his pants for the warm hardness there. There's a lot of it. "Damn. That's quite a pole you're carrying around there, Pool Boy."
"I'm..." He breaks off to sigh, putting his hand over mine. "Fuck, your hand feels so good, Dee...but."
"But what?" I run my tongue down his neck.
"I have this history of getting used for sex, okay? Can this please be more romantic?"
I stop.
I'd thought we were just being passionate. But yes, fucking in the front seat is not the most romantic thing ever.
I kiss his lips sweetly. Tuck him back inside his underwear. "Yes. Let's go in. I have candles in the bedroom."
He gives me the ghost of a laugh. "I don't need roses and moonlight and champagne and candles. Just a horizontal surface. Like, one I could cuddle you on later."
I kiss him again. "Yes. Romance in the bed."
So that's exactly what I get: romance.
And passion.
He carries me inside the cabin, those great arms strong around me. He puts me down on my bed and settles between my legs. Kicks off his shoes. Gently takes my shoes off my feet. Leans over my face and says, "Just so you know, I'm gonna take you to heaven, Delia."
