"Right."
"Then it won't hurt to do it again, will it?" I ask. "I mean, one night, right? It's best to get everything out of your system."
She rolls over onto her side, facing me, her head resting on her hand. "One night and that's it. After tonight, we stop."
I nod. "Absolutely."
Like hell we're going to stop. I only just started with this girl.
"And it stays between us."
"I'm not taking an ad out in the newspaper," I say, running my hand up her thigh.
Delaney wrinkles her nose. "Do people even do newspaper ads anymore?"
"I don't care," I say, sliding my hand up farther. "Are we going to talk about newspapers, or are we going to make love?"
Delaney slaps me on the arm. "Ugh. Stop using that phrase."
I reach up to her mouth, run my thumb along her bottom lip. "Ask me nicely."
She raises her eyebrows. "I don't ask for anything nicely."
"If I recall correctly, you were begging pretty well earlier," I say. "Now you're changing your tune?"
She smiles before wrapping her lips around the tip of my finger, and all I can picture is her lips wrapped around my cock. "Too much talking," she says. "One night, remember?"
"One night," I say, picking her up and carrying her to other side of the room, pausing only to reach for another condom. I press her back against the wall, looking down at her as I tilt her chin up toward me. Her mouth is swollen from my kisses, and that fact makes me want to kiss her even more.
"Exactly," she says. Her breasts rise as she sucks in a deep breath, and she takes her lip between her teeth, like she's anticipating my next move.
"Your book had a pretty filthy scene in there," I say, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb.
"Oh?" she asks, her voice innocent.
"I think you know the one I'm talking about," I say, taking her hands and pinning them above her head.
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," she says, her voice the epitome of innocence. She bats her eyes repeatedly for effect.
"I like it when you try to lie," I say, unable to focus on anything except those pouty lips, parted just slightly as she inhales sharply. I kiss her hard on the mouth – a forceful, bruising kiss – and she arches up to meet my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine.
When I pull away, she looks at me, her eyes wide. "So you're taking ideas from my romance novel now?"
"I've got more than enough ideas about what to do with you, sweetheart," I say. "Too bad we only have one night."
"Too bad," she whispers, as I press her hands against the wall with one hand, using the other to palm her breast. When I lower my mouth to her breast, she moans, the sound desperate.
I can't listen to her moan like that and not want her. Letting go of her hands, I rip the foil package open with my teeth, unrolling a condom onto my length.
"What are you going to do with me tonight?" she asks, her tongue moving along her lower lip in what has to be the most seductive gesture ever.
"I'm going to make you moan," I say, sliding my hand under one of her legs and lifting her up against the wall as I slide my cock inside her. She keeps one leg on the floor and the other wrapped around my waist. "Fuck, I don't think I'll ever get sick of feeling your *."
"It's yours tonight," she whispers, and I thrust harder into her for reminding me of that.
"It's mine," I growl, pinning her hands above her head and fucking her harder. The thought of one night only with her makes me want to scream. "Even if you don't fucking know it yet."
"Fuck…Gaige," she breathes as she arches her hips to meet me, grinding her clit against me when I'm deep inside her.
She's so tight and wet and warm that I want more than anything to rip this condom off and fuck her with my bare cock. I want to come inside her, with no protection, no barrier between us.
The thought makes me insane with lust.
"Is this what you like, Delaney?" I ask, my voice ragged. "You like being pinned against the wall, restrained, while I take what's mine?"
"Holy shit," she groans. "Yes, yes, yes."
"You want me bare inside you," I whisper, thrusting so deep I swear I'm going to go right through her. "Tell me you've thought about it."
"Oh God," she moans. She gaps short breaths. "Yes."
"You've thought about me coming inside you," I say, each word punctuated with another thrust into her tight *.
"Fuck. Yes." She looks my eyes, face to face with me, and says yes, she's thought about me coming inside her.
And then she comes, her muscles pulling me into her, demanding me. I can't hold back. I let go, and it's like an explosion, raw and powerful, like nothing I've had with anyone else.