Caught in the Act. Lori Foster

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      Mick relaxed, thinking of Delilah’s emotional strength, her boldness, how she’d kissed him, her taste, her heat. They were right—he didn’t want to miss that. In the next instant, he fell asleep.

      MICK WOKE TO THE SOUND of quiet tapping. The room was dim, with only one light glowing in the corner. The curtains were all closed, but he could tell it was night. He’d probably slept another four hours or so, and it enraged him. There was a lot to consider, a lot to do, not the least of which would be getting to know Delilah.

      The tapping continued, light and quick. He bit back a groan as he turned his head on the soft pillow and zeroed in on the source. There, sprawled in the room’s only chair, a laptop resting across her thighs, was Delilah.

      God, she was lovely.

      A nurse had evidently brought her a pillow and blanket in an effort to help make her comfortable. The padded lounge chair could have served as a bed in a pinch. Delilah had the back reclined, the pillow behind her shoulders, the blanket thrown over the arm of the chair.

      Her rich dark hair, freshly washed, swung loose and silky around her shoulders. The light from the laptop cast a soft blue halo around her. Her eyes looked mysterious, purposeful, as she typed away. Mick watched her, aware of the acceleration in his pulse, the expanding sexual tension.

      She’d changed into a pair of baggy jeans and a miniscule, snowy-white, cropped T-shirt. Her sandals were off, tucked beneath the chair, her bare feet propped on the edge of the counter in front of the window. Two flowering plants now sat there, no doubt from Angel and Celia.

      Delilah’s slim legs seemed to go on forever, and Mick, still only half-awake, pictured them around his hips, hugging him tight while he rode her, long and slow and so damn deep. He visually followed the trail of those incredibly long legs, and when he came to her hips he imagined them lifted by his hands, her legs sprawled wide while he tasted her, licked her and made her scream out a climax.

      A groan broke free from him and Delilah jumped, nearly dumping her laptop. “Mick!”

      Heat throbbed just below his skin. He was so aroused he hurt, but he’d done nothing more than look at her and give his imagination free rein. What would it be like to actually have her?

      He swallowed and said with a drawling, raw deliberation, “I don’t suppose you’d like to give me another kiss?”

      Slowly, her gaze glued to his, she set the laptop on the floor and stood. “I didn’t mean to be so brazen earlier. I just…it amazed me that anyone would do what you did.”

      “So you kissed me?”

      Arching one dark brow, she half laughed. “I wanted to devour you, actually.”

      The shadows in the room did interesting things to her body. “Do you always say exactly what you think?”

      She shrugged. “I guess so. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m out of practice when it comes to this sort of thing.”

      “You can say whatever you want to me, okay?”

      She nodded. “You saved my life, and you got hurt in the bargain. I saw you and I just…wanted to kiss you.”

      That didn’t sound right to Mick. “So it was about gratitude?”

      “Yes…no. I’m not sure.” She made a helpless gesture, then shifted her feet and tucked her silky hair behind her ear. “The thing is, touching you seems…right.”

      He understood that. Touching her seemed right, too. Hell, devouring her seemed right. He’d have gladly gotten started right that minute, but she stood there, waiting, uncertain, very different now that they were alone. She wasn’t as defensive, and there was no reason for her to be protective.

      No woman had ever been protective of him. Except Angel, but that was back when he’d been a boy. With Delilah it felt different.

      “Everyone else has left?”

      “Yes. Angel and Celia gave me the number of the hotel where they’re staying so you could call if you needed them. The man, Alec, said you had his cell number if you wanted to make sure he was on duty. Whatever that means.”

      Mick nodded, understanding perfectly. Alec would wait and watch for Delilah to leave. He’d protect her until Mick could take over. There wasn’t a more capable or harder man than Alec Sharpe. Knowing he’d keep his eye on Delilah gave Mick a new measure of relief.

      When he didn’t speak, she gestured at the flowers and said, “The women bought these in the gift shop.”

      “That’s just like them.”

      She fidgeted. “They’re…friends of yours?”

      “More like family. As close as family can be without all the baggage.”

      “Oh.” A mix of emotions crossed her features—confusion and relief. “Josh and Zack said they’d be in touch in the morning.”

      “I figured as much.” She stood there before him, barefoot and fidgety, and Mick used the opportunity to look at her. The loose jeans hung low on her slim hips, showing a strip of pale belly between the waistband and the hem of her shirt. He saw the barest hint of her navel, enough to fire his blood, to make his mouth go dry.

      He glanced at her breasts and found himself smiling. She was indeed small, but still so damn sexy he ached all the way down to his toes. As he stared, her nipples tightened, pushing him over the edge.

      He needed her closer. Because she looked uncertain, he asked, “You didn’t like kissing me?”

      “I did!” she blurted, then bit her bottom lip. She twined her fingers together and shifted her bare feet again. “I just didn’t want you to think that, you know, just because you were nice enough to save me that you had to…”

      “Had to what?” Inside, he grinned, knowing what she thought, but in the mood to tease her.

      “You know. Be sexual with me.” His gaze shot to her face and she rushed to add, “I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way I did. I mean, you’re incredible. Gorgeous and sexy and hard and…what woman wouldn’t want you? But I’m just me. I didn’t know if you wanted to—”

      Just that quickly, his humor fled. “I want to.”

      “You do?”

      He was hard, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. “Come here, Delilah.”

      As if reassured, she strode to the bed and sat beside him, this time to his left. “You want me to kiss you again?”

      Unwilling to rush her or scare her off, he didn’t move. He wanted her to be as free as she’d first been, taking what she wanted from him, when she wanted it. Was there a better male fantasy than having a bold woman who knew her own mind and went after what she needed?

      Holding himself still, Mick said softly, “I’d love for you to kiss me again.”

      “You don’t need anything first?” She searched his face, looking him over, he assumed, for signs of discomfort. “A drink? СКАЧАТЬ