Page 15 of A Moment for Us
Because I missed you.
She nods slowly. “I’m completely fine.”
I’m not.
I step closer. “I’m glad.”
Delia’s pupils dilate slightly. “Areyouokay?”
I will be once I kiss you.
My hand moves to her face, and I brush my thumb against her bottom lip. “I shouldn’t be here,” I confess, reminding myself of how stupid I am.
“Then why are you here?”
Delia’s hand moves to my wrist, her brown eyes gaze up at me. They’re filled with something I can’t name. I study her, wanting to know all her secrets and praying she never learns mine.
Being with her that one time was a mistake. It didn’t sate the urge to have her, it made me want her more. I know what it’s like to be with her, to feel her heat around me, and I need to do it again.
I love the taste of coffee on her tongue, the sounds she makes as she kisses me deeper. Everything about her is alluring. Delia has always been my siren, and now that I’ve answered the call, I won’t be able to stop.
“I don’t know,” I say without thinking.
She pulls my hand from her face, lacing our fingers together. “Do you want to come inside and figure it out?”
“Figure what out?”
Delia’s lower lip slides between her teeth. “What you want.”
“I know what I want.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “I shouldn’t take it though.”
I should get in my car and leave. I should turn around, drive back to Melia Lake, and do whatever I can to keep my ass there. That’s what the right thing to do is. But then I look into her eyes and want to drown in them.
I stand here. Touching her, holding her hand, allowing her to comfort me when I don’t deserve it.
“What if I’m giving it?”
“Who said it was you?” I counter.
She laughs once. “It certainly isn’t because of your charming personality.” Her back is against the doorjamb, and she pulls me closer. “But go ahead, lie and tell me you don’t.”
I shake my head slowly, moving in toward her lips. “I shouldn’t.”
“But here you are.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because it’s what I want.”
My forehead rests on hers, our breaths mingling as the pull to kiss her grows with each second. “Tell me to leave,” I implore.
“Why would I do that?” Delia asks huskily.
“Because you should.”
