Chapter 15 Delaney #2
Without overthinking it, I lean down and gather her in my arms, pressing a quick kiss to her temple as I lift her. “Time for bed, mia moglie.”
“Hmm . . . Ryker,” she murmurs, barely loud enough for me to make it out, super hearing aids or not.
“Shh . . . Lane.” I carry her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed, my jersey hanging off a bare shoulder and rising high on her short shorts, showcasing so much soft skin.
She’s a fucking wet dream wearing my name and my fucking ring, and it’s getting harder by the second to do the right thing. “Go back to sleep.”
“I missed you.” Damn, what those words do to me.
“Delaney . . .” I step back, but she refuses to let me go. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here, Lane.”
She bites her lip nervously, and my cock jumps in my pants.
I may have fantasized daily about that mouth.
Her gold-flecked eyes nearly glow in the darkness as they dance over my face. “Can you be a gentleman while you’re giving me my first lesson?”
Fuck.
“Be sure, mia moglie,” I warn her as every muscle in my body tenses. What is this tiny woman doing to me?
Slowly, she stands, my jersey sliding over her hips, hitting her mid-thigh, and presses up to her toes as she wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m sure, Ryker.”
Fuck it.
All my restraint goes out the goddamn window as I take her mouth with mine. One hand slides around her waist and the other around her neck. And this timid woman doesn’t miss a beat.
Soft lips part, timid and trembling. “Delaney . . . wait.”
She pulls back and drags her eyes to mine. “Did I do something wrong?”
“God, no. Nothing. I just . . .” I drag a hand through my hair. “We need some ground rules, okay?”
Her eyes widen with worry, and I feel like an ass. “Nothing like that, baby. Tonight is all about you. But I’ve got one rule.”
She blinks up at me through long dark lashes, and nothing in the world has ever been more tempting than this woman. “Okay. What’s your rule?”
“If you don’t want something . . . if you want to stop or don’t like something, lift my face to yours. I might not hear you, so you’ve got to make sure I can see your mouth. Can you do that for me?”
“You won’t hurt me.” The way she says it. The confidence in the words. Damn, I like those words.
“I won’t.” I drag my thumb along her lower lip and groan when her tongue darts out to lick it. “But if you’re not ready—if you want to stop—you have to promise to let me know, okay?”
Her big doe eyes shine in the darkness as she nods. “Okay.”
I shrug off my suit coat and roll up my sleeves.
“We’re good?” I ask, stepping back into her space and lifting her off her feet.
“Yeah, pretty boy. We’re good.”
Lane’s hands go back to my hair as I lay her down on the bed. Her back arching and her chest pressing against mine drives me insane.
My fucking restraint is hanging by a thread. A fraying one. I’m so damn hard. Harder than I think I’ve ever been. But tonight isn’t about me. It doesn’t matter how much I want to touch her. Taste her. Fuck her for the next two goddamned days.
Tonight is about Delaney, and I’m going to make sure she comes harder than she’s ever come in her life.
I drag my mouth up the column of her throat and along her chin and her lips before swallowing her moan. Deepening the kiss, my tongue tangles with hers. Teasing. Tasting. Exploring like we’ve got all the time in the world. Like we’re teenagers making out in my parents’ basement.
I’m happy with first base.
I want to learn this woman.
To learn everything that makes her squirm and moan and tremble.
I ignore the way my cock strains against my zipper and force myself to keep my composure instead.
I take her hand in mine and rest it flat on her stomach, my hand covering hers.
“Lesson one,” I tease and guide her hand under my jersey, wishing it was my hand.
“I want to watch you make yourself come, Delaney.”
She pulls back, a question in her eyes, as I guide her hand over her breast and under her bra. My fingers lace with hers and drag over her nipple, and Lane sucks in a breath. “Show me what you like.”
“I . . .” she starts and stops as I take her other hand and drag it over her other breast. “Ryker . . .”
“Do you trust me, Lane?” I ask, our eyes locking in the quiet room. Her pulse fluttering rapidly at her neck.
“I trust you.” Her words are slow and clear, and I catch each one.
“Then show me,” I growl, my hand still on hers. “Touch yourself.”
Her breath catches in her chest, and my cock leaks. “Should I take my clothes off?”
“Lose the shorts but keep on the jersey, wife. I want to watch you come with only my name on you this time.”
Her pretty brow arches as she shimmies out of her shorts without so much as giving me a peek of what’s under that jersey. “This time?”
“Yeah, baby. This time.”
I settle on my side next to her, and I think I could weep with joy as my jersey inches up. Sliding up her soft thighs until I come face-to-face with tiny pink panties.
I want to touch her. Taste her. I want to fuck her with my tongue and teeth and fingers and cock. I want her. But she’s supposed to be learning. And if I do it for her, that’s cheating.
With my hand back on hers, we slide her fingers under the scrap of silk. Her golden eyes lock on mine as our fingers part her sex. She’s soaked. Her panties. Our fingers. They’re drenched, and fuck me, I want to suck them all clean.
Her eyes bore into mine. Nervous but so damn trusting.
“You okay, Bambi?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Just . . .”—she swallows—“a little self-conscious, I guess.”
I lean down and brush my lips over hers. “Why? Do you have any idea how beautiful you are or how much I want you? Nothing you can do tonight could possibly be wrong. I promise.”
Her relieved smile loosens something in my heart, and our fingers dip again. Teasing her sex. She pushes inside the tiniest bit, then pulls out as I watch. Then she takes my hand and guides my finger inside, and I just about come in my fucking pants.
“I can get myself off, Ryker. What I want is for you to do it.”
“Fuck, Lane.” I pull my finger out and take her hand in mine, so we circle her clit. Close but not touching. Pressing. Pinching.
“Ryker . . .” she hisses. “That feels good.”
I press my lips to her throat, dying to feel the vibrations. “Tell me what you want, Bambi.”
“I want your fingers inside me, Ryker. I want you to make me come.”
She takes my hand in hers and presses at her center with both our fingers, and I wonder which one of us is doing the teaching as we push inside. My palm grinding against her clit.
She’s so tight and so wet. I can’t hear her breathy gasps, but I feel them against my lips as she squirms beneath us. Panting. Lifting her hips. Chasing her high. “So close.”
“Fuck, Lane. I need you to come.”
Lane’s lashes flutter closed, and her moans vibrate against my mouth as I suck the pulse point on her neck. Her beautiful body convulsing as she comes hard and fast on our fingers.
Absolutely fucking beautiful.
Her hand stills, but mine doesn’t, working every last drop from her until she’s lying still and sated. Bringing her fingers to my lips, I press them against my tongue and suck. Her heavy eyes fall closed, and she smiles.
“Fucking delicious.”