Page 81 of The Stranger

Her eyes widen at my last admission. “You have?”

“More than once,” I confess.

I’m not proud of the things I’ve done, but if that’s what it is going to take for her to see what I’m saying is true, or to stop her from leaving, then so be it. I’ve denied myself,this, for far too long, and finally, I’ve reached the end of my rope.

I can’t keep doing it.

I can’t lose her.

I’m all in.

My hands move from her shoulders down to her waist, tugging her closer. “I want you, Delilah,” I whisper as my mouth inches closer to hers. “I want you so damn much it hurts.”

She draws her face back as her flattened palms move up to my chest. “Spencer.”

My gaze flickers from her soft, plump lips I’m aching to kiss, up to meet her pretty blue eyes. “Yes?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’ve never been surer in my life.”

“I swear to God, if you kiss me right now and then decide tomorrow it was a mistake, I’m going to knee you in your old man balls.”

I bark out a laugh and my cock hardens, because that damn mouth of hers turns me on. “I can assure you, sweetheart, other than being a tad blue, my balls are perfectly fine.”

She pushes up onto the tip of her toes as her hands move from my chest to slide around my neck. “Kiss me, Mr Prescott,” she breathes, and I lose my last resolve.

This time, I plan on doing more than kissing.

I’m finally going to take what I want.

I’m claiming her.

I’m keeping her.

I’m going to make this woman mine once and for all.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, forgive me for what I’m about to do.

The moment my lips crash into hers, she moans into my mouth. My hands move from her waist, sliding down to that delicious, peachy arse of hers, palming those sweet cheeks.

“Fuck,” I groan as I lift her off the ground and manoeuvre her to the closest wall. The tight skirt is hindering her from wrapping her legs around my waist,so I grip that tiny split in the back—the one that’s been taunting me for weeks—and without much effort on my part, I tear it along the seam and don’t stop until I reach the resistance of the waistband.

I’m half expecting her to complain about the destruction of her clothing, but she doesn’t. Like the good girl she is, her legs move to wrap around my waist as the heels of her feet press into my arse cheeks, drawing me closer.

I’ll buy her a replacement tomorrow … I’ll buy her the damn world if she lets me.

Delilah tugs on the short strands of hair on the back of my head and deepens the kiss when I roll my hips forward, grinding against her. I need to touch her. I don’t want a repeat of last time. This time when I blow, I’m going to be buried balls deep inside her.

I manoeuvre my hand between us, and dip the tips of my fingers inside the crotch of her underwear, sliding them through her slick heat. I growl into her mouth when I feel how wet she is for me.

“Spencer,” she moans, jutting her slim hips forward, and all I can think is my name falling from her mouth in that breathy tone has never sounded sweeter.

The pad of my thumb moves up to circle her swollen nub, which causes her to whimper into my mouth. When the tip of my forefinger slips inside her snug pussy, my rock-hard cock throbs behind the zipper of my trousers. I hope I don’t embarrass myself again.

She’s so tiny I’m going to need to get her ready for me. The last thing I want to do is hurt her. Our size difference could pose a problem, but just thinking about sinking inside her tight heat has me on the verge of pre-ejaculation.

I slip my finger in deeper, moving it in a circular motion, stretching her as much as I can. When I add asecond digit, she pulls out of the kiss and tilts her head back. Those pretty lips of hers part on a wanton cry. When I sink in further, scissoring my fingers and applying more pressure to her clit, she arches her back, calling out my name again.