“Agreed,” I growled. My hands found the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Delaney shivered, but I was already pulling his chest against mine and slotting my mouth back over his, warming him inside and out.
When the kiss broke, I’d somehow laid Delaney out on the drop cloth beside the cabinets. The thin cloth barely cushioned the hardwood floor, but he didn’t seem to care.
His hair was mussed, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen from my kisses, his glasses slightly askew.
I hovered over him, drinking in the sight.
“Brewer,” he said hoarsely, his hands roaming across my shoulders and down my arms like he couldn’t get enough.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmured.
“Says the man who looks like he walked out of a lumberjack fantasy,” he shot back.
Laughing, I lowered myself to kiss him again. Everything about Delaney was addictive—his sweet taste, his clean scent, the needy sounds he made when I kissed my way down his neck.
“Brewer,” he gasped as I found a particularly sensitive spot below his ear. “I want you to fuck me.”
The words hit me in the solar plexus, and I sucked in a breath. “Yeah,” I managed. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Upstairs,” Delaney instructed. He pushed at my shoulders. “Please, Brewer.”
I knew he was right—we had no supplies down here, so if I kept him pinned to the floor, this night would end with a very satisfying frot and not with me inside him the way I wanted to be—but it was hard to make myself move. I kept going back for another drugging kiss, and another…
“Brewer!” he demanded breathlessly. He gripped my hair and pulled me back, pausing only to bite my bottom lip gently. “This is not like the cabinets.”
I frowned, trying to make sense of his words while also trying to kiss him again. “Huh?
“I know exactly what I wantandwhat I need,” he informed me. “Are you going to make sure I get it?”
Well, when he put it like that…
We barely made it up the stairs, stopping every few steps to kiss, to shed my jeans so Delaney could run his hands over my ass, to grab him by the shoulders, pin him against the wall, and suck a bruise into his collarbone.
By the time we reached his bedroom, we’d both lost our pants and stumbled through the doorway in just our underwear.
I backed Delaney toward the bed, my mouth never leaving his, until his knees hit the edge and we tumbled onto the duvet together. He reached for his nightstand drawer, producing lube and a condom, tossing them beside us on the mattress.
“How do you want this?” I trailed my mouth down his chest and across his stomach, feeling him tremble beneath my touch.
“Just like this,” Delaney said promptly, pulling me up to face him. “I want to see you. I want to feel your eyes on me.”
That might have been the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
I nodded jerkily as I reached for the lube. “I’ll make it good for you,” I promised. “I’ll take it slow?—”
“You better not,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t you dare hold back. I can take anything you give me.”
“Anything?” I challenged. “Then let me take care of you.”
I took my time prepping Delaney, every touch deliberate, every kiss soft and slow, trying to show him without words how very all in I was.
My hands roamed over his chest and legs, feeling him relax under my touch. Patience was thin on the ground, but I’d had enough of him by now to know I didn’t want to rush it. Delaney was meant for savoring tonight, not scarfing him down in one quick bite.
When I finally moved my hand between his legs, he was biting out curses, challenging me with dares, and pretty much trying everything to get me to go faster.
“Your begging just makes me want to slow down, Monroe,” I teased as I gently smoothed a finger against his entrance, circling slowly until I felt him open up for me. His breath hitched as I slid my finger inside of him. Delaney tensed… then his whole body melted into my touch.
I moved slowly, memorizing his face, learning what made his eyes roll back in pleasure and what made his lips part in a silent gasp.
