Page 50 of The Edge of Summer
With my other hand, I grip her chin, dragging her gaze to mine. “I know you make beautiful sounds when you’re turned on. Don’t be shy, pretty girl.”
Her lips part in surprise at the endearment. Pink spreadsacross her cheeks. “I don’t want to be too much,” she whispers.
The way she says this tells me that she has been made to feel like what she has to give is too over the top. Probably thanks to that same ex boyfriend who keeps texting her, if I had to guess. Well, fuck him. He doesn’t know how good he had it.
“I want it all, Delilah. Every cry, every moan. I won’t be satisfied until I hear you calling out my name.”
I watch her face. She worries her bottom lip for a moment, and then she nods. Finally, I do what I’ve been dying to since my hand found its way under her skirt. I push her underwear aside, giving myself access to her silky skin. This time, my thumb circles her bare clit, and she lets loose a quiet moan.
“That’s it, pretty girl.”
My other hand lands on her knee, and I stretch her legs even wider. Her hands tighten where they’re looped at the back of my neck, and then she pulls my mouth back down to hers. I keep the pressure on her clit steady as I let my lips claim hers.
“Luke,” she says against my lips. “Give me more.”
“You are a goddamn temptress,” I muse. I draw back. My hand still works beneath her skirt. “But tonight, I want to hear you beg.”
Her eyes flash, gunmetal grey clashing with my own. That stubborn streak is back. “Luke.”
Another brush of my thumb against her clit has Delilah’s lips parting. Her eyes soften, giving way to her pleasure. “Youwant me to fuck you with my fingers, Delilah, you have to say it.”
“God.” Her voice is brimming with exasperation. “Yes,please. Fuck me with your fingers. I need you.”
A warmth floods my chest.I need you. Her words come from a place of purely physical want—a desire for me to make good on my promises—but I can’t deny the way they spread over me. I ascribe the pounding of my heart in my chest to the anticipation of touching Delilah like this. Of watching her fuck my hand and wishing it was my cock instead.
I make her wait just a moment longer, and then I slide a finger through her entrance. Her whole body shudders when I curl my finger, hitting that spot just right, and return my thumb to her clit. Her hips rotate, trying to create friction. I grab hold of her with my free hand, stopping her movements.
I slowly begin pumping my finger in and out. I set a steady pace, and her head lolls back in pleasure. She grabs my bicep, nails digging into my skin. Branding me. The bite of pain is well worth it.
“One more?” She shakes her head. “You can take it, baby.”
Her head tips forward, eyes meeting mine. “Please,” she pleads.
I grin. “That’s my pretty girl.” I add another finger, and her grip tightens on my arm.
God, I want to kiss her again. But I don’t want to miss the way her features shift as my fingers move inside her. Delilah Delacroix is breathtaking on a normal day, but whenshe’s on the brink of orgasm? The woman is ethereal. Pink dusts the apples of her cheeks, and strands of hair have slipped from her ponytail, framing her face.
“Luke,” she rasps.
“That’s it, Delilah. Just like that.”
And then I can’t help myself. I kiss her. I drown in the vibrations of her moan as her pussy clenches around my fingers. Her whole body goes off like a chain reaction, chasing the sensations of her orgasm. As she comes down from her high, I brush my fingers over the blush on her cheeks.
“Do you believe me now, Shutterbug?”
“Yes,” she huffs. “I believe you.”
After I help Delilah down off the counter, she says she’s going to clean herself up in the bathroom, and I set to work fixing the bar. I don’t think Clara would appreciate having any evidence of what happened here tonight.
When Delilah emerges, I notice a slight shaking in her hands. I drop the rag I was holding and take her palms in mine, steadying them. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
Does she regret what just happened? Because I sure don’t.
“It’s nothing,” she says. She tries to pull away, but I hold on. “I just— I forgot about the cameras.”
The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. We generally don’t have reason to sift through the camera footage. I can count on one hand the number of times we’ve had to. But I can see that this is bothering her.
“Consider it taken care of,” I assure her. “You finish up. I’ll wait for you.”
