Chapter 60
Sixty
Cassie tried to remember how to breathe as Delilah moved down between her naked thighs, steady eyes dark with intent, and then her mouth was on her, and Cassie felt herself unravel further.
It wasn’t just pleasure, it was feeling, something she had been craving without even knowing. She wasn’t used to it like this. She wasn’t used to being seen so completely. Delilah’s focus made her feel as if, for a single moment, the world had narrowed to her alone.
She’d known that feeling before, but only on the courts, at the height of her success.
Not in the bedroom. Certainly not with Petra.
She was all sharp edges and hunger, cold but ravenous, like she was trying to consume Cassie rather than touch her.
There had been no patience, no tenderness, no real care.
Cassie hadn’t known it could be different, so she hadn’t known to want more.
But she was finding out now. Delilah was sincere and lovely and warming, and it felt like she had all the time in the world just for Cassie. This was what it felt like when someone wanted to be with you, Cassie realised. Not just have you.
Cassie’s head tipped back against the pillows, her pulse thundering in her ears. Her thighs trembled. It was too much. And not enough.
‘Delilah—’ she gasped.
Delilah looked up, mouth wet, eyes bright. ‘Are you OK? Should I stop?’
Cassie could only shake her head.
Delilah shifted slightly, one hand sliding up Cassie’s stomach, between her breasts, resting there, on her heart. Her mouth returned to work, and the pressure deepened, rhythm building with devastating patience.
Cassie came with a soft, broken cry, her body arching. Her hands flew to her own face, instinctive, overwhelmed, but Delilah reached up, caught her wrists, and gently pulled them away.
‘Let me see you,’ she murmured.
Cassie let her.
When she opened her eyes again, Delilah was watching her. There was something almost reverent in the way she looked at her.
It undid her more than the orgasm.
Delilah climbed up beside her, pressing close, her bare skin warm against Cassie’s. She sighed softly, settling into her. Instinctively, Cassie turned toward her, hand sliding over her waist, fingers tracing the curve of her back.
‘God,’ she murmured.
Delilah’s smile was knowing. ‘I usually just go by Delilah.’
Cassie arched an eyebrow, determined not to laugh. It slipped out anyway. Delilah laughed too, not at her own joke, but at the sound of Cassie’s pleasure.
Then they lay there in the dark for a moment, the silence filled with heat and the smell of sweat and sex.
Cassie didn’t know what they’d be in the morning. But right now, she didn’t care what came next. Except, of course, for the very next few minutes. Those were mapped out beautifully.
Sliding closer, Cassie let her fingers trace Delilah’s curves with deliberate care, pressing gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder, moving her hand to a place that caused Delilah’s breath to catch. Cassie pressed even closer, letting her hands convey the things she didn’t know how to say.