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She hesitates, but then she does. We pass the dining room table and take our mugs back to the living room where blankets and pillows are still scattered. This time, Delia sits so close her legs press against mine, and the warmth of her calms me. I'm not sure how it's possible that this girl could make me so damn possessive, so protective.
"Are you going to kiss me again?" she asks out of the blue, the steam from the coffee curling into the air between us.
"Probably," I say honestly.
"Okay." She bites her lip, and her cheeks turn red. The sight makes me fucking ravenous.
Suddenly, I have zero interest in coffee. I set the mug on the table and lean forward. "Do you want me to kiss you again, Delia?"
Her fingernails tap against her own mug. "Yes."
"Are you sure? This is the kind of thing that changes everything, and I need you to understand that." I put a finger under her chin, tilting it up so she’s forced to look into my eyes. “We kiss again and I’m going to start thinking you’re mine.”
"I know...." She looks around. "Brody never came back. He didn't text me either."
"Fuck him." I can't resist reaching out to tuck a strand of her chocolate hair behind her ear. "His loss."
"I hate that I let him talk me into coming here. But...I'm glad I did."
"Why?" I know the reason, but I want to hear it from those pretty pink lips.
"You," she whispers, shifting on the cushion.
Fuck it.
I cup the back of her head and, in one smooth movement, crush her mouth to mine. She gasps, and I use the opportunity to slip my tongue inside, claiming her, dominating her. I tilt her head and deepen the kiss, and the little moan she makes sets my blood on fire.
"This," I murmur against her lips, carefully taking her mug out of her hand and placing it next to mine. "This is what you wanted, right, princess?"
She nods, curls flying with how emphatic she is.
"Then give me a minute." She watches with wide eyes as I move to the chair in the living room, sitting and then patting my lap. "Get over here, Delia."
"Like..." She waves towards me. “On you?”
"On my lap. Now."
Her lips are swollen from my kiss, and her pupils are dilated. Fuck, she's sexy. Delia moves and settles across my thighs, her ass against my dick. She wiggles a little bit, and I groan. "You keep that up, and I'm going to have a hell of a time getting control."
"Sorry," she mumbles, trying to get comfortable. A little gasp escapes her when she feels how hard I am.
"Don't be sorry. Just be sure."
Delia meets my eyes. "I'm sure."
My hand slides along her leg, gripping the inside of her thigh and giving it a squeeze. "I'm going to touch you now, princess. Tell me what you want."
She steadies herself with her hands on my shoulders, voice quivering. "I want you."
"More specific, baby."
"I..." Her face flushes, and she glances away. "I’m not sure, I guess? I'm…um…a virgin, so..."
I still. Oh, shit. Part of me is screaming in animalistic joy, but another part of me somehow already knew. Delia is mine, and she was always meant to be mine. Now I know when I have her, I will have all of her. But for now, I still want to take things slow. No matter how fucking hard my dick is.
"Look at me, princess." Slowly, she meets my gaze. "If we do this, if you and I cross this line, it's going to be different."
"Different, how?"
