Dirty Delilah(14)

This was her fantasy. The one she never got tired of. The one that drove her crazy. She reached behind her and gripped the handle bars, using them to help drive her body hard against his.

He gripped her hips, his long fingers digging into her skin as she rocked him deeper inside her. “Fuck, Del. Damn it, just look at you. That’s right. Faster. Ride me faster, baby.”

She knew he was watching her breasts bounce. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. She felt powerful and sexy. Wild…and dirty. One hand left the handlebar and reached up to cup her own breast, her fingers pinching the nipple as she arched her back and quickened her rhythm.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Touch it like that. Fuck, Delilah, Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”

“Not yet,” she gasped. “Not until I finish my ride.”

He started using his hands to control her movements, sliding her up and down his shaft so forcefully the bike’s stand creaked. Wild. Free. Sex with him felt like a ride on the open road. Powerful. Liberating. Unforgettable. “Asa. God, Asa I’m close.”

“Yes, baby.” He pumped her up and down, his breathing ragged as he leaned closer to her breasts. “Come for me.”

He took the nipple she’d been caressing into his mouth and sucked, moaning against her skin as she shouted his name and lost control. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Sparks of electricity and pure sensation coursed through her veins. Yes. “Yes!”

“Delilah!” Asa shouted as he came inside her, lifting his mouth and pressing his forehead against her lush flesh. “My Delilah.”

Yes.





Chapter Four



Delilah was too satisfied to think. Anytime a stray concern started to form in her mind, she pushed it away and snuggled closer to the body that had given her so much pleasure. Asa was the best lover she’d ever had. She’d always known he would be. And now that she knew how much she turned him on, all she wanted was more of him. More of this. He was her addiction too.

“You awake?” Asa asked softly, a tenderness in his sexy rasp she’d never heard before. He’d taken her into his makeshift shower that he’d built via a hose connected to the office sink below and rinsed her off, then himself, before carrying her to his bed. He fed her the cold wings and stuffed mushrooms from the restaurant when her belly growled, and then they lay back on the bed, just touching each other.

“I hope so.” If she was dreaming again, she never wanted to wake up.

He snorted. “You and me both. What are you thinking about?”

She rolled over onto his chest, looking up at him. “As little as possible. Why? What are you thinking about?”

“Too much.” His fingertips traced her jaw. Her cheek. Pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “At the moment, I’m thinking about shocking you. I’m not sure the hidden room did the trick. I need something more impressive.”

She shook her head. “I’m good. Seriously, I don’t need any more surprises.”

He lifted her arms off him gently and got off the bed, walking naked to the small fridge and bending down to look inside.

Now that was a view.

He pulled out a bottle of water and took a long, deep drink while she watched him. Then he brought it over to her and stepped back. “You’re wrong, Delilah. I know you better than you think I do. You don’t just need them, you deserve them. But we’ll save that discussion for another time.”

“Why?”

Asa’s smile was tight and when he looked down she noticed his hardening erection. “Because now I want you to get on your knees.”

Her feeling of lazy, satisfaction instantly disappeared and her body started to hum. “Why?” she repeated softly.

When he just lifted one eyebrow, she got up on her knees, letting the thin sheet fall to her waist. Asa’s blue eyes darkened. “Good. Having you here in this bed has got me thinking about a few other fantasies. You still game?”

Her smile was sultry. For him? “Always.”

He stroked his erection as he moved closer, and she knew what he wanted. She licked her lips, anticipating his taste, and he bit back a groan. “That’s right, dirty girl. That’s exactly what I need.”

When he stood at the edge of the bed, she raised her hands to his narrow hips and opened her mouth over the tip of his shaft. Delilah closed her eyes as she absorbed his taste. Salt and soap. Heat and sex. Asa had always smelled like sex, but now…? Now he smelled like sex with her.

She lowered her mouth, taking more of him and his hand came up to her head, gripping her long hair into a ball at the nape of her neck. When she shivered, his grip tightened. “You like that too, don’t you? Everything. God, that feels so fucking good, Delilah,” he hissed, rocking his hips lightly against her mouth. “You said I could do anything to you. Anywhere and anytime I wanted. What about China Camp, baby? If I found us a make-out spot that’s just hidden enough, would you strip down and fuck me? I wouldn’t let you stop if someone wandered by. I’d want him to see how much you love this.”