Page 101 of A Moment for Us
Nothing else but her matters. I want her more than anything else in the world. I was so stupid for so long, and I don’t want to waste another second with her.
“You did all this for me?”
I move to her, needing to touch her and feel her skin. “I would do anything for you.”
“Anything?”
My fingers slide along her jaw and then I cup her cheek. “Ask me for what you want and find out.”
She starts to speak but then stops herself. I want this to be perfect for her. I want tonight to be what should’ve been from the start. Where she feels desired, worshiped, and . . . loved.
That word has been a weapon I’ve feared, but looking at Delia, open and trusting, suddenly it isn’t so scary.
My thumb moves against her silky skin. “I love you, Delia. I should’ve seen it before, but I was a damn fool.”
Tears track down her cheeks. “You don’t have to say it.”
“No, I do because I mean it.”
“It’s . . .”
“It’s what I feel.”
Her lips turn into a tentative smile. “Do you know how long I’ve prayed for you to love me?”
“Probably as long as I’ve fought it.”
She closes her eyes, and I brush the tears aside. “No tears, baby.”
“It’s just too much, being here with you in this house and having you tell me you love me. You love me, and we’re together. I don’t feel like this is real.”
I lift her face, forcing her gaze to stay locked on me. “Everything about this moment is real. It’s you and me, and I am so fucking sorry I fought against it. I am so sorry that I made you question everything. I never want to hurt you, and I can’t deny that you’re all I think about.”
“I love you. I will always love you.”
I smile. “I’m going to kiss you, and I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve erased every doubt from your mind.”
Her hands frame my face, and she pulls me to her. “I’m going to need a lot of convincing.”
“Then it’s a good thing we have all weekend.”
I pull her to me, crushing our lips together in the sweetest kiss. The last few months I’ve had Delia in many ways. We’ve had sex, fucked, and everything in between. A few weeks ago, I would’ve sworn that it was making love. It was sweet, slow, and I poured myself into every touch.
This is otherworldly.
There is nothing between us. The barriers of the past are gone, and all I feel is hope for more—for her.
Delia is the future. She’s always been here, waiting, and I am not going to waste another second.
Our tongues glide against one another as we kiss languidly because there’s nothing else in the world but this. We have time stretched out before us, and there’s no hurry to have this stop.
I tilt her head to the side, giving me better access, and drink in her moan.
“Josh,” she says between shallow breaths as I move my lips to her neck, kissing the soft skin there.
“I am going to kiss every inch of you,” I promise. “I’m going to strip you down and worship you like the goddess you are.”
I push the sweater off her shoulders, and return my lips to the skin there, moving down along her collarbone.
