Wow
Delaney
This.
The word was barely out of my mouth before I was moving, shifting over him like it was the most natural thing in the world, even though all of this felt like a dream – the kind where you could fly without wings.
And after that Earth-shattering climax?
Yeah, I was definitely flying.
I wasn't ready to come back down.
My hands braced on his chest as I settled over him, the muscles of his pecs solid beneath my fingers. As the moment held, everything else fell away – the room, the quiet house, and the fact that my sister didn't approve.
Right now, I didn't care about any of that.
All I cared about was him.
I bent to kiss him, slower now, savoring every moment. His hands came to my hips, steady and sure, and the quiet certainty in his grip sent a nice warm shiver coursing through me.
It had nothing to do with nerves.
I wanted him so bad, I could hardly contain myself.
Damn it. I should've removed my panties.
Even better, I should've removed his boxers. Even now, I could feel the hard press of him against me as I lowered my face and kissed him like I'd die if I didn't.
I pulled back just a fraction to whisper, "We're wearing too many clothes." But then I paused. "Well…too little for the grocery store, but way too much for this."
He ran a hand along my naked back. His voice was husky as he repeated, "This?"
I pressed tighter against his pelvis. He felt massively ready, and I was dying to have him inside me. With a slow grind, I whispered against his lips. "And that."
His breath caught, just enough for me to feel it where our mouths were still barely apart. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice lower and rougher than before. "Definitely that."
I shifted again, more deliberate this time, letting him feel exactly what I meant. The movement pulled a quiet sound from both of us, and for a second, I almost laughed at how glad I was that I hadn't let a ridiculous shirt stop me from coming in.
He whispered, "Stay right there."
I let out a shaky laugh. "I'm literally on top of you. Where else would I…"
My words trailed off as I felt a hand slide along my hip.
His fingers hooked the thin fabric of my panties, and my breath caught as he tugged, guiding the material down while I twisted my hips, moving this way and that to help him shimmy the panties further down.
My heart pounded as they finally slid away.
My breath hitched. "Yeah, that was a really good idea."
He let out a quiet breath that might've been a laugh as I returned the favor, moving aside and pulling off his boxers with an eagerness that should've made me blush.
And just like that, there was nothing left between us.
I settled over him and leaned down to kiss him again, deeper this time, as his length pressed against my stomach. It wasn't nearly close enough.
I was just reaching between us when he softly said, "Wait."
For half a second, my brain stalled.
Wait?
No freaking way.
Then he shifted on the bed. One hand slid from my hip and reached toward the nightstand. A moment later, I heard the soft scrape of a drawer opening in the quiet room.
Quietly, he said, "Protection."
Oh.
Right.
I let out a breath that might've been a laugh and leaned back just enough to give him room. I wanted to help, but in the darkness, I feared I'd only get in the way. So I stayed where I was, my pulse racing with anticipation.
There was a small crinkling noise, a brief pause – and then his hands were back on my hips, guiding me closer again, like we hadn't missed a beat.
"Wow," I whispered. "I'm glad I didn't help."
He sounded amused in the darkness. "Oh, yeah?"
"Definitely," I whispered. "I'm pretty sure I'd still be ripping at the package."
When he replied with only a soft chuckle, I shifted over him, my breath coming impossibly fast as I felt the heat of him pressed against me like a promise.
For a second, I hovered there, every nerve in my body suddenly awake, every thought narrowing down to this one moment. And then, unable to wait a moment longer, I reached between us and guided him to my opening. "But I can do this."
Beyond eager, I lowered my hips, relishing the feel of him as he filled me completely. "Wow."
With something halfway between a moan and a chuckle, he whispered, "You already said that."
"Yeah," I breathed. "But this is a different wow."
Already, my hips were moving like they had a mind of their own.
And then he said my name. "Delaney."
"What?"
His voice sounded breathless in the dark. "Wow."
No kidding. Already, the sensations were almost doing me in – the heat, the pressure, and something deeper that made my breath catch as I, once again, sank down fully against him.
My hands tightened against his chest, my head dropping forward as everything inside me went still for half a moment.
I should savor this.
I should let him savor this.
And yet, my hips were too eager to savor anything.
Alright, scratch that. It wasn't my hips.
It was me.
Seeking some semblance of control, I shifted again, marveling at how our bodies fit together like nothing else mattered.
Underneath me, he said in a soft groan, "You're amazing."
My hips moved again, slower this time, and the reaction I got from him – a sharp intake of breath, his hands tightening at my waist – sent a rush of heat straight through me.
On a ragged breath, I said, "So are you."
I leaned down, brushing my mouth against his, not quite kissing him, just getting close enough to feel his breath as I moved again, more certain this time. The sensation made me gasp as my fingers lingered on his muscular chest.
It was all so much.
And so absolutely perfect.
"Maddox…" I whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I'm really glad I snuck in here."
"Me, too."
And already, I was moving again, finding a rhythm almost without thinking, the slow glide of it pulling a soft, breathless sound from me that I couldn't quite hold back. His hands slid along my sides, then back to my hips, guiding just enough to keep me steady.
The feel of him, the sound of him, the reality of him – it was a bliss I'd never known.
I straightened, with my hands still braced on his chest as I moved again, deeper this time, with more purpose. The shift sent a surge of heat coursing through me, the sensation building faster than I might've imagined.
"Okay," I breathed, half-laughing under my breath. "That's – wow."
He huffed something that might've been a laugh, but his grip tightened again, his voice low when he said in a breathless tone that was half-teasing, half-sin, "Wow again?"
I smiled in the darkness. "Definitely." And then I showed him the meaning of wow by moving with him, letting myself fall into the rhythm between us as his breathing turned just as ragged as mine.
In a rough voice, he said, "You're so fucking beautiful."
I was panting now. "But…you can't even see me."
"I've seen you plenty. Right from the start, I couldn't look away."
His words were warm and sweet, and I let them wash over me, loving the sound of them, the sound of us, as our movements became more frantic.
I lowered my face and kissed him hard and heavy as my body chased the heat deep in my core that was building all over again.
Everything seemed to narrow down to this – him, me, and the way we fit too perfectly for words. His grip tightened as I found the exact rhythm we needed. And the sound he made – low and unsteady – sent something snapping loose inside me.
I gasped his name as everything hit at once, my body tightening around him as the rhythm broke apart and surged back, stronger, deeper, and impossible to hold back.
Underneath me, he followed a heartbeat later, his hands anchoring me in place as his breath turned rough against mine, and everything in him crested right along with me.
In that moment, there was nothing in the whole world but us.
So, yeah. Wow.