Page 376 of One More Kiss

Silas

All dayI had her number pulled up on my phone. I was going to text her or call her. Tell her we can’t do this. That it’s crazy and wrong. I even started typing a few times. But I could never make myself hit send. I could never make myself press the button for her number.

Part of me hopes she stands me up.

But the bigger part of me, the part who told my mother I was going to be home late tonight, is counting the seconds till seven. Till I can see her and taste her and touch her again. It’s as if I’m walking out of a fog into bright sunshine for the first time in years. Being with her makes me feel alive. And when was the last time I felt like that?

Never? That’s possible.

Even if this is just going to be some fun. As she said.

I can’t risk my relationship with my brother. He’s too important, both to myself and to Knox. The idea of sneaking around with Delaney sends a thrill through my chest. Rattling my bones with an excitement I can hardly contain. But then there’s the obvious flip side.

I’m in serious danger of falling for her.

Then what?

I can’t think about that. Not now. Not as I finish documenting my last patient. I already gave report to the doctor taking over after me. For once, I’m finished on time. My phone buzzes against my hip.

I’m outside the side entrance we left through yesterday.

And just like that, my heart starts to pound.

Without replying, I log out of the computer, wave good night to a few people, and then suck in a breath as the automatic doors part for me. The summer sun hasn’t yet set, the air still hot and humid. Delaney is exactly where I left her yesterday, standing against the brick wall wearing a dress that should be illegal. It’s powder blue, the same color as her eyes, with a heart-shaped neckline that shows off an incredible amount of her ample cleavage. The flowy skirt stops midthigh and looks as though just the simplest breeze could lift the whole thing up.

I amble in her direction, my eyes glue to her beautiful face. Pink glossy lips and a sweet, playful smile already have my dick twitching in my scrubs.

“You look gorgeous,” I tell her, glancing quickly around, only to kiss her when I find we’re alone. “Are you hungry?”

“For you,” she murmurs into me as she tilts her head, deepening the kiss.

I groan into her mouth. “I wanted to take you out for dinner. I want the sex, Delaney, but you’re not some cheap hookup to me either.”

“Someone could see us if we went out to dinner.”

“True. So what do you suggest then?”

She pulls back, panting, wiping at her bottom lip with her finger. “My place? Dinner. Wine. Hot, steamy sex.”

“Sounds perfect.”

Taking her hand in mine, I walk us to the parking garage. She lives on the other side of town, closer to her store and Fenway Park, which is fine since the Red Sox aren’t in town tonight. We order dinner on the way, the food set to be delivered within an hour. But the moment we reach the elevator for her building, the doors shut us in by ourselves, we’re all over each other. Our kiss frantic and wild, wet and messy. My hand slides up under her dress, cupping and squeezing her ass.

She moans into my mouth, rocking against me, seeking friction.

I can’t keep my hands off her. Every time I’m near her, it’s a battle of wills not to be all over her. It’s never been like this for me before. Not even with Ann early on when things were great between us. We were both med students and then interns and young residents. Time was never in our favor, and we weren’t ravenous like this.

I never felt the same compulsion toward my ex-wife as I do with Delaney.

The elevator pings and the doors open, and we go tumbling into the hallway as she fumbles with her purse, searching for her keys. She spins in my arms, breaking our kiss with a laugh as she tries with trembling hands to unlock her door.

I shift in behind her, one hand still on her ass under her dress, the other tugging down the zipper at her back. She emits a gasp and then a breathy hum as I lower it slowly, causing her to falter more with the door.

“If you don’t get that open, I’m going to peel this dress off you right here in the hallway.”

“You’re making it nearly impossible to concentrate.”

“I could press you into your door and drop to my knees. Eat your sweet pussy out from behind.”

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