Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
LYDIA
Pure happiness is oozing from Delaney. It’s infectious.
Sitting here, making out with her, is everything I need after a tough loss. Hell, being with her any time of the day is exactly what I need.
Delaney Charles is everything I want.
And right now, I need to make the two of us forget what happened tonight.
“Want to take this upstairs?”
Her nose brushes against mine as she nods. “Let’s put Biscuit in his kennel.”
“I love that you got one for him.”
“Well, if I want you to stay, then we needed it.”
It makes my heart clang around in my chest at the thought of how caring Delaney is. It’s a simple thing—a crate for my dog. But it means a lot more.
That this thing between the two of us is serious.
Calling him inside, I grab the box of treats and lead him to the crate with a towel lining it. He happily crunches on his treat before curling into a tight circle.
“Good boy.”
I grab Delaney’s hand and pull her up to her room. It’s been far too long since I’ve had her. Since that night tucked away in the hotel room in Miami. I love that the two of us put hockey first, and while we’ve had a few make-out sessions, I need more.
Crave more.
I’m hungry. Hungry for Delaney. For her luscious body. For her mouth. Her pussy. I want every inch of this woman.
Pulling Delaney into the room, I push her up against the wall and kick the door shut.
“I can’t wait to taste you again. Fucking feral for it.” I arch my hips into hers. “Want to lap up every drop of your orgasm.”
“Yesss,” she hisses. “Do it. Please.”
I drop to my knees, undoing the button and zipper on her black pants. Before I can get any farther, Delaney grabs my hand.
“Wait. Stop.”
“What’s wrong? Did you change your mind?”
“Umm, no.”
Delaney holds my hand against the soft material of her pants, not letting me move. “That doesn’t sound convincing.”
“Oh God. I’m so embarrassed.” She slaps her free hand over her face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, rocking back onto my heels.
“I…uhh, God. I forgot to, you know…shave. Down there.”
“That’s what you’re worried about?”
“I honestly forgot you were coming over tonight. I meant to take care of it before, but I got distracted.”
“Distracted?” I ask, quirking a brow at her. “What do you mean?”
“I, umm…” she falters.
“Tell me.”
“I was going to do it but then you sent me the photos from your shoot.”
“And?”
“And I got distracted and had to get off.”
“Really?”
“Ugh, yes.” She drops a hand onto my shoulder. “You were so fucking sexy that I had to do it immediately.”
“I like hearing that. How much I turn you on.”
“You know you do.”
“Well then.” I pull her hand away from mine and finger the soft material of her pants. “Would you like to take care of that problem?”
“You mean…”
“I’ll do it. Let me.”
“You would do that? You’d want to?”
I stand back up, resting both hands on either side of her head. “Yes. I want to. Now, stop stalling and come with me because it means I get to eat that delicious pussy of yours.”
I lead Delaney to the bathroom and watch as she flips on the shower, turning the water to hot.
Delaney leans against the glass door. “I guess that means you’re in charge tonight?”
“Yes. Now, strip.”
As she takes off her clothes, I do the same. It’s hard not to drool over her naked body as it’s revealed to me.
Delaney Charles is the sexiest woman I know, and I love that I get her like this.
Dropping my thong into the pile, I grab her by the hips and push her into the shower. Steam swirls around us as I press my lips to hers. Water streams down our bodies as our hands grope over one another.
“Where’s your razor?” I whisper.
“On the bench seat.”
Peering behind me, I see it and the shaving cream. Grabbing both, I turn back to Delaney with a cunning grin on my face as I drop to my knees.
I take her ankle in my hand and rest it on the bench next to me. Her back is to the water, casting mist around me. I pop off the cap to the bottle and spray a foaming bubble in my hand.
As I spread the cream along her pussy, she tosses her head back on a moan. “It shouldn’t feel this good.”
I nip at the inside of her thigh. “Just wait.”
Rinsing my hands in the water, I grab the razor and kiss my way back up her leg. Her skin is warm. Soft. Everything I love as I tease her. When I get to the apex of her thighs, I take a beat. I’m so turned on by this that I need a minute to breathe.
It’s intimate in a way I’ve never experienced. Doing this with Delaney is right. She’s the only person I would want to do this with.
Locking eyes with her, I wink at her before affixing my attention to the matter at hand.
Starting at the top, I drag the razor down her skin. A groan slips out as I rinse the head off. As I move across her pussy, her hands sink into my wet hair. I punctuate each swipe with a kiss to her thigh. I’m careful around her soft folds, already glistening with need.
“Holy shit, Lyd. I’m going to come.”
“Not yet. I’m almost done.”
A sob escapes this time. “Hurry. Please.”
“I am going to take my time. I have all night to do whatever I want with you.”
I reverse my motions, swiping up this time. The only thing I don’t do is nip and suck on her thigh. I know it’s driving her crazy by the way her hands fist in my hair.
I touch her everywhere but where she really wants me.
When I’m done, I kiss just below her belly button and stand.
“Time to inspect my work.”
“What are you doing?”
Reaching behind her, I grab the showerhead and pull it off the base. Kneeling before her, I run it over her soft skin. As I do, I sink a finger inside her.
“Oh God, Lydia!” Delaney throws her hands against the wall, holding on as I attack her clit with the showerhead. “That feels incredible.”
Pulling the head back, I suck the tiny, throbbing ball of nerves into my mouth and flick my tongue over it. Muttered cries bounce around in the enclosed space as I go back and forth between my mouth and the nozzle. I scissor two fingers in and out of her as I watch pleasure course over her body.
I have never seen Delaney look more wanton. It’s the kind of thing wet dreams are made of. But only for me.
No one else will ever get this.
Dropping the showerhead to the floor, I pull my fingers out of her and slide my tongue into her. Pinching and squeezing her clit sends her over the edge.
“Yes, baby. Come on my tongue for me.”
“Yes! Fuck!”
I lap up every drop of her release as the air starts to cool around us. The hard floor beneath me digs into my knees. But I don’t care.
Not as long as I have this woman at my mercy.
I hold her up as she comes down from her orgasm. When she looks down at me, it’s with a sated look on her face.
“Come here.”
She wiggles a finger at me and I stand. Threading her fingers through my hair, she pulls me in for a languid kiss.
Our tongues lazily chase one another as we stand in the quickly cooling shower. I could stay here forever. It’s the perfect ending to a crappy day.
“Mmm. D. That was incredible,” I say.
“Even better for me,” she agrees. “C’mon. Let’s get dried off and go to bed. We have an early morning tomorrow.”
“Not until we at least get one more orgasm.”
She quirks a brow at me. “For me or you?”
I smile back at her. “I’m not picky. Getting you off turns me on, so I’m happy either way.”
“How about we both get each other off at the same time?”
“Then I’d say get your pretty ass into bed.”