Page 60 of Delirium

Scarlett sighed. “I couldn’t sleep. Everything that happened today shifted my brain into overdrive. I got up to try and walk off some of the insomnia, but I heard you rolling around in bed so I figured you were awake, too.”

“Today was…a lot.” To say the least. But I didn’t know where to even begin sorting it all out.

“Can I sit?” she asked.

I nodded, before remembering she couldn’t see me in the dark. “Of course you can.”

The narrow bed creaked as she settled down on it, resting against my knees. There was something about the darkness cocooning us, wrapping us in a safe moment, away from everything else.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry the city wasn’t what you thought it was going to be.”

I shook my head, wanting to reach down and touch her, reassure her. “Don’t be.”

I didn’t know what compelled me to lean over to kiss her, but I did. I wanted to know she was here, and I wasn’t alone.

Half expecting her to laugh and push me away, I found myself happily surprised when she kissed me back. I was even more surprised when I felt her fingers creeping up my chest, drifting and sending goosebumps across my skin.

I grabbed her fingers, reluctantly pulling back. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t need to see her smile to hear it in her voice. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Believe me,” I breathed, my skin already on fire, scorched where she’d touched me. “I want nothing more than this. I’ve dreamed about this more than I could ever say. I’ve fallen asleep imagining what it would be like for you to cry out my name. I just never thought it was a possibility. I thought all my fantasies were just that—dreams. So if you’re going to wake up and regret this in the morning, we should stop now.”

The words killed me, a sword to my throat as they left, but they needed to be said all the same. I wasn’t going to be a regret. Not for her. I would show her how I was anything but, and until she believed me, I would wait.

Even if it took forever.

“I’m not going to regret anything, James. You’ve kept me up at night, too. Let me. Please.”

As if I would say no to her request. I sucked in a quiet breath and released her hands.

Her fingers were soft, gentle, exploring my skin with a careless abandon I envied. They skated across the peaks and valleys of my abs, trailing down my stomach until I found my breath missing.

“Don’t start something you don’t want to finish, love. I can handle a lot of things. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to handle rejection.” I cursed quietly as her hand slipped beneath my waistband.

“I promise I can make my own decisions. I’m perfectly capable of living with the consequences of my actions. Not that I expect there to be any, as long as you play nice.” I heard her breath catch as her hands wrapped around my cock. “James.”

“Yes?” I could barely get the word out, my voice raspy and strained. I forced myself to make more words. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re, um, massive.” Her fingers stretched out, drifting across my length. Something wavered in her voice.

I knew I was fairly well-endowed, but it’s not like we’d ever had a measuring contest at school. I didn’t think my size would come as a shock to her. “I’m sure you’ve seen a few bigger than me, too.” I couldn’t get enough air in, when she started pumping her hand slowly up and down, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. “It’s not that scary, is it?”

“Mmm…not really. I…” Her voice grew quiet, but her hand didn’t stop jerking me off, driving me positively insane. “I guess you could say I haven’t had a ton of experience.”

Oh. That was what Camp had been hiding, that night in the kitchen. I never would’ve expected her to be inexperienced, especially not the way she had taken both him and Nash at the waterfall. My cock jumped, and I groaned loudly. Scarlett made a quiet sound that made me want to absolutely ravage her. I shouldn’t have been thinking about her with the guys, because I wasn’t going to keep my head on straight.

Around her, Ineededto keep my head on straight.

“Lie back,” I muttered. “I need to touch you before I go crazy.”

She did as I asked, twisting against my pillow. I slipped my hands up her legs, trying to still the trembling in my fingers. I didn’t want Scarlett to think I was nervous.

Iwasnervous, but she didn’t need to know that. Touching her was like touching a woman for the first time all over again. Her skin was addictively smooth. I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of it.

If I was going to be addicted, I might as well dive in headfirst. There was no saving me now.

My fingers explored higher and higher, until I brushed against her core, causing her to shiver. She was completely bare to me beneath the oversized shirt she wore. My heart leapt into my throat.

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