Dirty Delilah(16)
She shook her head, her hair falling in damp tangles around her face. When he hesitated, she pushed back against him, making him hiss through his clenched teeth.
“Quick study,” he breathed raggedly. “Greedy and quick. Are you ready for more now, baby? Ready to speed things up?”
“Yes,” she cried. “I’m ready.”
“Thank God.” Asa cupped her right shoulder and, his other hand still firm on her hip, started to fuck her. Really fuck her. Harder with each thrust, faster as each of them cried out the other’s name.
Tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks as he pounded against her, filling her with enough force to rock the bed. “Do you like this, baby?”
“I love it.”
“I knew,” he snarled. “Knew you could take me. Knew you’d love it. I fucking love it too. I’m in you so deep, baby. Buried to the hilt in your ass and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. Touch yourself again. Rub that sweet clit until you come for me.”
Delilah pressed her forehead into the sheet, surrounded by his scent while she did as he asked. So good. She could see it again. The park. Asa and Sebastian. Both of them focused on her. Inside her. Making her come.
“Oh God. Asa!” Her body quaked as her climax overtook her, stronger than it ever had. Longer. Ripping away every coherent thought and pretense of control. She was raw. Sobbing.
How would she live without this?
The thought came out of nowhere, her body still reeling when Asa shouted her name and came inside her.
When she collapsed on the bed, her limbs shaking, he pulled her into his arms. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m right here.”
He kissed her forehead. Her hair. Just holding her. Just this and it was better than any dream. Better than anything she’d ever known.
He got up for a minute then. Long enough to grab two warm, wet washcloths. One for him and one to take care of her. She shivered, and then he was holding her again.
This wasn’t a crush. And she was in trouble.
“Talk to me, Del.”
She forced a shaky laugh through her tears. “I can’t. I doubt I could remember my address or telephone number…my middle name. You broke me. Good job.”
“Any man who said he didn’t like hearing that would be lying,” he chuckled. “But you don’t have to think about that, Delilah Penelope Dean. I remember.”
She groaned. “I obviously forgot that for a reason. How do you even know it?”
He held her closer. “I am an expert in all things engines and Delilah. Two passions I will never apologize for.”
She bit her lip, unable to stop the words even though she wanted to. “You never called. Never looked me up, even when Dad stopped sending you emails and you had an excuse. If Sebastian hadn’t offered to buy the garage I might never have come back.”
“I know.”
The hand on his chest curled into a fist. “’I know’ is kind of an insufficient answer.” She took a breath. “You wanted me.”
“More than I can say.”
“You knew I wanted you.”
“I hoped.”
She made a sound of frustration. “You’re the one who said you wanted to talk, Asa. Don’t make me crazy. Why didn’t you come to Los Angeles?”
He got up again, shifting uncomfortably. Not looking at her. “I did. More than once.”
She sat up. He had? “To visit other friends or to see me?”
His blue eyes snared hers. “What do you think, Del? The first time I saw you having lunch with your sisters at an outdoor cafe. Another time I watched you meet a man outside your apartment—you were wearing an evening gown and he was in a tux. You looked radiant. Both times I stopped by to visit your father, but I asked him not to mention it.”
“I never knew.”
“I know.” He sighed, sitting down beside her, drawing her close as if he couldn’t help himself. “I’m a good man, Delilah.”
She pulled back in confusion. “I know you are.”
He shook his head. “Let me get this out. I’m a good man. A good friend. I am unbelievable with machines. Motorcycle or toaster, it really doesn’t matter, though you know which one I prefer. Over the last few years I’ve taken some business classes, made a few investments, and I’ve learned that if I wanted to, I could hold my own in that arena. I’m not bad in bed, not the jealous type and, well, kids and dogs don’t hate me, so I feel like that says something good about me too.”
He paused and she wasn’t sure where he was going.
“I’m good, but I’m not perfect. I have insecurities like every other human on the planet. I have a criminal past, no degree, and I do okay but I doubt I’ll ever be a millionaire unless I win one of those scratch-offs Angel and the Major like to bring me.” She opened her mouth but he held up his hand. “I wouldn’t want the hassle anyway. I’m not a fan of change. I like the old bikes over the new, and when I find a favorite restaurant I will keep going until the place closes down. Some women might find that boring.”