Page 70 of Courting Trouble
‘No, not here. But I’ll find a place,’ Cassie told her confidently.
For the first time in hours, Delilah felt a flicker of hope. Maybe she could survive this? But that bloody video… She’d looked like a doofus. Uncoordinated and possibly a little drunk.
Still, Cassie didn’t seem worried.
‘I think you might be my hero,’ Delilah told Cassie seriously.
Cassie rolled her eyes, not taking it seriously at all.
‘I’m just trying to get into your knickers,’ Cassie smiled.
Delilah had to laugh. ‘You’ve already gained access, you liar.’
‘Stay in your good graces, then?’
‘You could have done that with a fraction of the effort, and I think you know that.’
Cassie sighed. ‘You got me. I guess I just care about you,’ she said, her eyes flicked away, unable to bear the sincerity of the moment.
But Delilah could handle it for the both of them. And she would. ‘How long do you think we’ve got before the heavies turn up?’ she asked slyly.
Cassie looked back at her and grinned. She leaned in, her voice barely more than a breath. ‘Could be minutes. Seconds.’
Delilah’s heart raced as their eyes locked. ‘Hmm. That sounds very dangerous.’
Cassie didn’t move away. Instead, she leaned in so close that Delilah could feel the warmth of her breath.
Cassie’s mouth brushed hers, light at first, testing. Delilah responded instantly, fingers tangling in Cassie’s T-shirt to pull her closer. Cassie backed her against the wall, hands roaming, the scrape of rough wood at Delilah’s shoulder heightening every nerve. Clothes shifted under impatient fingers.
The world was shrinking down to the heat of their bodies and the dizzying certainty that Delilah had never been more alive. She didn’t care if security came; she wanted Cassie right here, right now.
Seventy
The cabin was quiet except for their breaths and the sound of clothes being pulled away.
Cassie dragged Delilah’s shirt up, needing skin to skin. Delilah gasped when their bodies met, and Cassie swallowed the sound with another kiss.
Her hands mapped Delilah’s curves as they clung to each other. Cassie’s mouth trailed down her neck, teeth catching just enough to make Delilah shiver. That shiver lit something dangerous in Cassie. She wanted more.
Maybe Petra was sending people to eject them, maybe she was a bit busy trying to save her arse. Cassie didn’t care. She was in the moment, completely wrapped up in Delilah. Someone could have set the cabin on fire; Cassie wouldn’t have stopped until the flames licked her arse.
She picked Delilah up, and Delilah instinctively wrapped her legs around her waist. Cassie carried her over to the bunks and eased her onto the top one, which came up to about Cassie’s head. Cassie used that head height to its fullest advantage,pressing herself closer, spreading Delilah’s knees just enough to get in. Delilah groaned and grabbed Cassie by the hair, the perfect mix of gentle and firm.
The security men didn’t come. But Cassie saw to it that Delilah did. Again, and again.
***
Afterwards, they were slumped together on the top bunk, tangled in the quiet aftermath.
Cassie brushed a stray lock of hair from Delilah’s damp forehead. ‘I’m going to have to put you through it, Delilah,’ she muttered.
A naughty smile appeared on Delilah’s lips. ‘You already did.’
Cassie shook her head. ‘No, I mean… on the courts.’
‘Oh, we’re back to business?’ Delilah said with a tut and an eye roll. ‘Fine, hit me.’
Cassie pushed back the desire to kiss Delilah’s mischievous little mouth. ‘It’s not going to be like this. The courts we can use are going to be grimy and forgotten, the kind of places nobody even bothers to book. They’re crap, but it’s the last option at short notice.’
