Love in the Stacks – By Ashley Erin #2
Closing the distance, I kiss her. Her lips are soft beneath mine, frozen for only a moment before she fists my shirt in her hands, tilting her head back and deepening the kiss with a soft moan.
Tightening my hold, I devour her. She tastes so good, sweet. Delilah releases my shirt, wrapping her arms around my neck and lifting up onto her toes. Her body presses into mine.
My senses explode. Her body is familiar, but different. A little softer than it was the last time I held her. Groaning, I slide my hands down her sides to her hips, fingers digging into her as I hold her close.
She rolls her hips into mine, pressing into my erection. My body remembers her, craves her.
This was only supposed to be a kiss, but I can’t pull away as she reaches between us and palms my cock.
I tear myself away from her lips and kiss along her jaw to her neck.
Her breathing shifts, deepens, as she works my belt loose, growling adorably when the leather sticks.
She makes quicker work of the button and zipper, cool air teasing me as she frees my dick.
Her hand has the perfect pressure as she works it up and down, building and teasing until my forehead is laying on her shoulder and my entire focus is on not blowing my load.
She remembers my every button, but when I feel her start to drop, my hands remember how to work. I hold her in place, pulling out of her grasp.
Delilah’s pupils are dilated, lips glistening and puffy from our kiss.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Are you sure you want this?” My voice is thick, the words coming out raspy.
She reaches for me. “Yes.”
Catching her hands, I push her into the wall and pin them above her head. She opens her lips to protest, but I cut her words off with a kiss as my free hand works its way up her skirt.
Thank fuck she’s wearing a dress.
Her panties are soaked as I run my finger over her, grinning as she presses into me.
Slipping the fabric to the side, I slip a finger inside her, groaning as she clenches around it.
“David, please…”
Those words, the soft plea, and the last strand of self control snaps. Dropping her hand, I work the fabric down her legs, tossing them aside. Hands on her hips, I lift her and thrust into her wet heat as she wraps her legs around me.
She’s hot, dripping, and clenching around me like a vice. It feels like coming home. No woman has ever had the hold over me that Delilah has. Her memory was a ghost haunting every tried and failed relationship since.
I’m not an idiot, I know she holds my heart and I will readily have her tear it to shreds if this isn’t what she wants, but damn I want her to want more as much as I do.
Coming here, accepting the interview and ultimately a job in such a small town? It was all for her.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, thighs squeezing me as she moves with me. One hand finds its way into my hair, tugging on the messy strands as her lips seek mine.
All my nerves are firing, my body and mind overloaded with sensations and pleasure. But the one that sticks out the most is the sense of rightness.
Delilah tears her mouth away, pressing her forehead to mine, eyes closed as her movements change, her body tensing. She moans as her pussy pulses around me, her legs shaking as she comes.
The feeling of her orgasm is everything and my own follows. It feels endless as we come together, lost in each other and the sheer pleasure coursing through us. Delilah’s head drops to my shoulder as she melts into my arms with a shuddering breath.
“Holy shit.” The words are muffled, vibrating against my shoulder.
Grinning, I gently lower her down and tuck myself back into my pants, doing them up, before I find her discarded panties. She leans against the wall as I help her put them back on.
Her eyes are hooded as she gazes down at me, her hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair off my forehead. She smiles, all traces of her earlier guardedness gone.
DELILAH
David picks up the book I dropped, replacing it on the shelf, before kissing me on my forehead. “Why don’t you go clean up. I’ll meet you back at the couch.”
Nodding, I bypass the public washroom and opt for the staff washroom instead.
My mind reels over what just happened. One minute he’s telling me what I’ve dreamt of hearing for four years and the next we are kissing, then fucking in my place of employment.
My heart is telling me that was pure desperation over finally being back together, but my head tells me it was purely carnal. Maybe it was all of it.
Leaning against the counter, I stare at myself.
My eyes are too bright, my lips puffy. I look thoroughly ravished.
Pressing a hand to my heart, I know that any hope I had of walking away with my heart intact is gone.
The moment his lips touched mine, the sense of belonging that filled me was terrifying.
I don’t know what he wants this to be, but I’m not going to shy away from my feelings or telling him what I want and need. Especially since he’s now a part of my town. Maybe I was too young before, but I’m in a different place and he did say things are different now.
Smoothing my hair, I finish cleaning up and head back to the couches. He’s sitting, one ankle propped on his other knee, his hair mussed from my fingers. Eyes intent on his phone, he’s typing something, but as soon as he sees me he smiles and sets the device onto the table next to him.
I feel my cheeks heat a bit before going to sit on the couch opposite him.
He frowns. “You’re too far.”
His lips push out into an adorable pout, his eyes laughing.
“I need to have my wits about me. And as we just saw, I still have no self control around you.” Smoothing my skirt, I smile at him. “Not that I’m complaining about what happened.”
He drops his foot to the floor, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. His voice is low, teasing, when he says, “I definitely didn’t hear any complaining. Although you weren’t saying anything too coherent.”
His smile is smug. On anyone else, it wouldn’t be attractive, but fuck his confidence is sexy.
“Shut up.” I giggle, covering my mouth in mortification. When was the last time I giggled like that? Holy shit, he messes with my head.
He stands, coming over to sit next to me, reaching for my hand. “I don’t want you to think clearly. I want you to tell me exactly what’s on your mind. Not some overthought, filtered version.”
Taking a deep breath, I relax as I link my fingers through his. “I want to know if what just happened was a moment of weakness, of convenience, or if it meant something.”
His brows pinch together, expression serious.
“Delilah, you mean everything to me. I’ve tried to forget you over the past four years, but I couldn’t.
It was the right thing at the time to break up, but things are different now.
You’re in a different place in your life, a place I wouldn’t feel like I’m robbing your future. ”
Licking my lips, I hold onto him tightly. The words are everything I’ve dreamed of hearing. “I tried to move on too, but it never felt…”
“Right,” he finishes for me.
Nodding, I hold his gaze. “I barely survived the first time you left. I need to know you’re in this for the long haul. You’re saying the right things, I just—I can’t go through our end again.”
His gaze grows intense. “I moved to Thistle Creek because I knew this is where you would want to be. I remember how you talked about your hometown, and your dream to work in the library here. I’m glad your dream came true. It doesn’t matter what school or town I work in, as long as you’re happy.”
Warmth spreads through me, the timbre of his voice sincere. “Okay.”
“Okay?” He chuckles. “That’s all you have to say?”
Smirking, I shrug. “I think I’m still processing. Tonight has been a little surreal.”
“It worked out better than I could’ve imagined.” His lips quirk a little more.
Leaning into him, I sigh. “True. I just wish we had more food. I’m starving.”
Glancing at my phone, there’s still no message back.
“Good thing I messaged the locksmith, and he will be here in forty-five minutes.” David’s voice is dry.
Sitting up, I gape at him. “Oh. My. Gosh. I can’t believe I didn’t think about a locksmith. But why so long?”
His gaze turns heated. “I needed to be able to talk to you, to take full advantage of this opportunity.”
My body thrums, that look lighting me from within. “Hmmm.” I run my hands over his chest, before moving to straddle him. “I think we have a little more time to take advantage of. Really work up our appetites.”
His lips quirk. “I do love the way you think.”
DAVID
Looking around my empty apartment, I expect to feel some sadness at leaving the place I’ve called home for the past three years, but there’s no sense of nostalgia.
Instead, there’s a bit of relief. I moved here as an easy option when I got my first school as a principal, but it never really felt like home.
The past month has been hard. Being away from Delilah, as I wrapped up everything before making my move to Thistle Creek, was worse than I imagined.
The first weekend after I returned, I was supposed to head back to town to visit, but my grandmother became ill and since my parents were out of town, it fell on me to check on her.
Delilah was understanding, but after the second time I had to cancel on her, I could feel her pulling away a little. Guarding herself.
It’s understandable, but I need to hold her and show her that we’re it. Endgame.
Locking my door, I drop my keys in the drop box of my super’s office. We already did our move out walk through.
The drive to Thistle Creek is long, but soon I see the towering grain elevator, the scaffolding around it shining in the sun.
As I navigate through the tiny town to my new apartment, my phone rings with the name of my building manager across the screen. “Hello?”
“Hello, is this David Markham?” The female voice on the other end is all business.
“It is.”