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“Why not?” He sounded offended.
“Because” I tsked my teeth, “My body isn’t what it used to be, and I don’t want you to see it.”
He paused in the doorway and looked at me, “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” I answered honestly and deflated a little at how insecure I was at that moment. I hadn’t meant to vocalize my lack of confidence to him, but it had just come out, because it was the truth.
He sighed and walked us into the bathroom further and I dropped his gaze to look around.
My fucking god.
The bathroom was as lavish as the kitchen was with white tile on the walls and dark wood floors. A shower covered one entire wall of it with a tile accent wall up to about my shoulders and then a glass panel to the ceiling. A double vanity took up another wall with a backlit mirror that every makeup enthusiast would dream of owning.
But what caught my attention and kept it, was the giant soaker tub laid under a frosted window. The thing could fit three of me in it, and it was deep enough that both my tits and my knees would be under water.
At. The. Same. Time.
“Like what you see?” Fox asked as he walked back to me from turning on the shower. I looked over and two waterfall showerheads poured steamy water down and I groaned at how good it would feel to shower under them compared to the Walmart brand plastic shower head I had at home. It only had two settings, trickle or trickle with a single errant jet stream spraying you in the face. And you never got to pick which stream would pick that day to go all hulk mode.
“Something like that.” I said, “But it doesn’t change what I said.”
“Your body has changed in five years, Delilah. So what?” He slid his fingers into my hair. “Do you think I need to see you naked to notice that? Your breasts are larger,” he looked down to my bare chest under my thin tank top and my nipples traitorously pebbled from his gaze alone. “In a very fucking good way.” He growled, “And your hips are wider,” He slid his hands over my hips and pulled me closer to him. “I don’t need to see you naked to imagine how you’ll look on your hands and knees with those in my hands while I pull you back onto my cock.”
“Fox.” I groaned, squeezing my thighs together as arousal coursed through me.
“You matured in the years we’ve been apart, and your body did too.” He kissed my forehead, “And I love every single inch of it now as much as I did the tiny teenybopper body you used to have.”
“You don’t get it.” I whispered, remembering how my body changed with childbearing and wondering if he’d relate the changes to that.
“You’re right; I don’t.” He said gently, “I’m a man who doesn’t have to deal with society judgments and trends relating to my body every single day like you do. But I am a man who is deeply infatuated with you and your body, however different it may be. Even more than that, I’m in love with you.” He tapped his finger to my chest over my racing heart. “I see nothing else.”
Warmth and affection burned inside of me at his words. He was saying and doing everything right and I couldn’t resist him anymore. I leaned up on my toes and pulled his face down to mine, kissing him. I took him by surprise, his lips were stiff against mine for a moment before his entire body reacted to me. He growled, deep down in his chest and slid one hand around the back of my neck with the other around my hip and pressed me into the door. I clung to him, letting down every wall and safety net that I’d put up since seeing him again and let him feel exactly what was going through my body.
He lifted me with his arm around my hips and pinned me to the door, still in his naked glory as the humidity in the room built.
“Tell me you’re mine.” He growled, biting my lips, and squeezing my ass in his big hands. “Tell me this means you’ll give me another chance.”
“We haven’t talked.” I panted, knocking my head back against the wall as I tried to think. “I don’t know the whole story.” I gasped when he bit my neck and moaned and rocked against him in his arms. “You don’t know the whole story.”
“Nothing you say or have done in the last five years will make me love you any less.” He said automatically. “I mean it, Delilah.”
“You don’t know.” I cringed, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull his head back from my neck so I could think. “You don’t know that, Fox. We need to talk first.” I said seriously, trying to express with my eyes how grave this situation was.
He paused, taking a few deep breaths, and nodded. “You’re right.” He sighed and let me slide down his body. “Take a shower, I’ll leave some clothes for you on the counter and then we can have dinner and talk.” He leaned in and kissed my lips in a gentle peck. “God, even after five years you still drive me wild, D.”
I watched in silence as he walked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him as I sagged into the wall.
Jesus fucking Madonna.
I just kissed Fox St. Claire.
Actually, I attacked him and sucked his face off.
But he kissed me back and said everything right.
I just hoped we felt the same way after we told each other the truths we’d hidden for so long.
Chapter 19 – Delilah
