Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Mine too!” Delilah replied in an excited manner that made Maria smile.
I got into the front seat as they started talking about the movie, finding it funny that Maria seemed to have forgotten that she didn’t feel good. I had watched Disney movies with her more times than I could count, but I was sure that she was happy to find someone else to talk about them with.
“Could you sing the song?” Maria asked Delilah once she started to calm down, her eyelids fluttering slightly.
“Absolutely,” Delilah said before breathing in and starting to sing, hitting the notes with ease but also adding her own little flair.
I split my attention between the road and Delilah’s voice, an awed calmness settling over me. Without any hesitation, she was singing my daughter to sleep like it was the most natural thing in the world. That made me feel a way that I couldn’t properly explain.
Some weird fluttering sensation in my chest. An unexplainable lack of breath. Damn, what was she doing to me?
By the time I pulled up to my house, which was just a modest brick house with a decent-sized backyard and play set for Maria, Delilah finished the song, and Maria had passed out. Hopefully, she would feel better once she woke up.
I quietly clicked Maria from her seat and picked her up, draping her against my shoulder as Delilah took my keys and unlocked my front door for me. I passed her a grateful look before taking Maria to her bedroom and putting her to bed, tucking her in gently with a kiss on her head.
I headed out of her room to find Delilah glancing around my living room, admiring some baby pictures of Maria and band photos. I paused at the doorway for a moment, unable to shake the feeling I had in the car. This woman had blown into my life like a storm.
I should tell her that I’ll see her tomorrow, that I appreciated her kindness toward Maria. However, that didn’t feel like enough. My chest tightened as I approached her.
Delilah turned and smiled at me, but before she could speak, I swept my arm around her back and pulled her forward, capturing her lips in a sudden kiss. She gasped lightly in surprise, freezing at first before melting into my arms.
I pushed my free hand through her hair, my heart hammering in my chest. I shouldn’t do this, but damn it, I was going to. How she leaned against my chest and brushed her tongue against mine in a teasing touch drove me wild.
Delilah gripped the front of my white t-shirt, fisting the material in a needy manner. She leaned her head back as my lips trailed down her neck. She shuddered as I found her sensitive spots. Behind her ear. The crook between her neck and shoulder.
I reached down and grabbed the back of her thighs, hoisting her up with ease.
“I’ve been wanting to take you to bed since I first laid eyes on you, sexy,” I murmured near her ear as I carried her to my bedroom. I kicked the door shut and dropped her down on my bed, immediately pushing her shirt off and unclasping her bra.
Damn, I should’ve gone slower, but I wanted her too badly to express any sort of patience. As I worked open her jeans, I dropped my lips down to her breasts, teasing her nipples and making her moan softly.
“I love those sounds. Give me more,” I told her before grazing my teeth across her nipple.
Delilah obeyed, gripping my hair as she gasped in pleasure.
“Jesse!”
I lifted my head to meet her eyes.
“Such a beautiful voice,” I chuckled. It was lovely in more than one way.
Delilah’s face flushed a light pink color, while her eyes darkened. She stripped off my shirt and brushed her fingertips along my strong chest, admiring me as I took her in.
“You’re perfect,” she murmured.
I cupped her chin so that her eyes met mine.
“No, that’s all you, gorgeous. I’ve been wanting to unwrap you like the perfect fucking present you are,” I told her, hearing her breath hitch. I tilted my head at her curiously. “You like that, don’t you? You like when I compliment you. Praise you.”
Delilah swallowed hard before nodding.
“A lot,” she admitted.
I didn’t respond verbally because there were no words that existed that could describe how heated I felt, how badly I needed her. My lips wrapped around one of her nipples, while my hand dove into her panties, my fingertips gliding over her clit.
Delilah arched and threw her head back, rocking herself against my hand. She tightened her hold on my hair, tugging and grasping as I rubbed steady circles against her clit.
“Oh… that feels so good,” she breathed out.
“I know. You’re already so wet for me,” I told her as I dragged my fingers through her folds. I slipped two fingers inside of her with ease, groaning at the sensation. “You’re going to feel amazing on my cock.”