I pull her against me and wrap my arms around her. “I did love you, Delaney. Hell, I’m pretty sure I still do. And even though I’ve been so angry with you for not believing me that night and coming with me, I see now that I really hadn’t thought about it from your perspective. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry,” she says.
She leans back, and her eyes meet mine. “Sometimes it feels like a lifetime has passed since we were together. Then other times, like now, it feels like no time has passed at all.”
She’s right. The urge to kiss her is strong, but that would be crossing a line. I’m here to protect her. Although, if I go by that, this entire conversation crossed a line.
Her hand moves up, and she rubs the spot between my eyes. “You’re conflicted about what to do. I get it. So, I’ll make the decision for you.”
Before I can ask what that means, she moves her hand behind my neck and pulls herself onto her toes as her lips meet mine. It’s a quick sweet kiss, but the spark is still there. It triggers something in me, and I bend down and crush my mouth to hers. The moment her lips part and her tongue meets mine, I’m more than turned on as my desire for this woman consumes me, heightening every single sensation to a whole new level. In the back of my mind, there’s a voice telling me to slow this down. But I don’t listen. I can’t. I’ve missed Delaney for far too long.
CHAPTER20
Delaney
I can’t believethis is really happening. I break our kiss and stare at this man.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
My lips curl up into a huge grin. “Nothing. I just can’t believe we are here together.”
He smiles. “Despite the circumstances, I’m happy we are.”
“Me too.”
I push up on my toes and resume kissing him. All these years without him, I forced myself to forget how good it could feel if I was in the right man’s arms.
His hand moves up my back, under my shirt, and I want more. But when his lips move to that sensitive spot on my neck, my body ignites. I reach for the bottom of his T-shirt and yank it up. He steps back.
“Are you sure about this?” Concern etches his face as he stares at me.
“I’m certain.”
He smiles and pulls his shirt off with one hand. My eyes go to his chest, which is much more muscular than it was twelve years ago. I run my hands over his pecs and over his nipple. He moans as my hands roam.
“You’re different than you were,” I say, letting my hands feel every ridge from his pecs down to his abs.
“Now, it’s my turn to see you. Take off your shirt,” he demands.
I step back and remove my shirt and pants. His eyes flare as I stand before him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as he reaches behind my neck and pulls me into him. His other hand moves down my back until he grips my ass.
“Take off your pants,” I say to him, copying his demanding tone.
He chuckles but shucks them off. Then he backs me up. When my knees hit the bed, I fall onto it. He leans over as he kisses down my neck. I lean my head the other way, giving him access as he trails his mouth behind my ear.
“Right there,” I say when he finds my sensitive spot.
His hand moves behind my back, and in one swift move, he unhooks my bra and slips it off my arms. “Delaney, you’re so fucking sexy.”
He’s the only man who has ever said that to me. He’s the only man who has made me feel treasured. How the hell did I ever walk away from him?
“Hey, are you with me?” he asks, looking into my eyes.
I nod. “Yeah, sorry. Just remembering you used to say that to me.”
He smiles. “You remember that?”
