I watch him go, rage pulsing through me. I want to chase after him and hurt him again, but that’s foolish.
That man cares about this family too much. I can’t be angry about that. He wants to protect Delia as much as I do. Even if he’s being a bastard about it.
I turn away and step back into the pool room. Delia’s out and wrapping a towel around herself.
“Hey,” she says, “everything okay?”
“All good,” I say. “Now take that towel off.”
She laughs and skips away from me. “Nope, sorry. I told Lora I’d have dinner with her.”
“Shit.”
“Ran out of time, tough guy.” She grins at me. “Maybe you’ll have to sneak out tonight and say hello.”
“If you wear that bikini, I’ll sneak anywhere.”
She looks at me from the door of the pool room. “I’m serious. I’ll be wearing it.”
“Midnight.”
She smiles. “Don’t be late.” She vanishes and I stand there, heart racing, excitement ripping through my body.
I need her. I need her so badly it hurts. I’ve held back so far, but no more. I’m not holding anything back anymore.
I’m taking what I want, over and over again.17DeliaI feel like a kid again, sneaking out of my house to meet some boy.
Except I’m going down the hall. And I’m not a kid.
And I never snuck out when I was a kid.
I laugh to myself as I walk one door down. Nobody’s going to notice what I do in the middle of the night. Well, maybe Patricks, but even he isn’t that obsessive. He won’t be up at midnight watching the cameras. The man needs sleep sometimes.
I knock on Max’s door softly. He answers after a short pause and steps back. His eyes move up and down my body and he smiles.
“Not what I was expecting,” he says.
I walk into the room and move past him. I reach the living room and turn. “Where’s Tab?”
“Fast asleep in her room.” He nods at a baby monitor nearby.
I nod once then pull off the loose t-shirt.
His mouth quirks into a smile as he looks at my body. I bend down and take off the cotton shorts and kick them aside. I stand in front of him wearing a different bikini this time. It’s black and smaller than the first one. It presses my breasts together and barely covers them. I bought it in Europe like five years ago thinking I’d be very continental and chic, but never wore it outside the hotel.
Now though, I feel sexy. I feel beautiful, and it helps that he looks at me like he wants to rip my clothes off. I think he really does, too. Even though I’m not wearing much.
“What do you think?”
“You weren’t wearing that earlier.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
He steps closer. “I love it,” he says. “Turn around for me.”
I do as he commands. I turn and let him look at my ass, at my body. I bite my lip and look over my shoulder. He looks hungry, starving for me. I can feel my heart racing in my chest and I want him to touch me so badly, but I love that he’s holding back.
“Come here,” he says.
I walk to him. He takes my hand and leads me over to the back of the couch. He pushes me up against it, almost rough. I stumble back and he grabs my hair hard. I let out a little gasp as his lips find my breasts, kissing my chest, moving up to my lips, but only brushing against them.
“You wore that for me,” he says. “And just for me.”
“Yes,” I groan.
“I bet you’ve never worn it outside the changing room.”
I blush. “I put it on in the hotel.”
He chuckles. “I knew it. You’re fucking sexy, Delia. But you’re still a little uptight.”
“I am not,” I say, anger flaring.
He pulls my hair and I gasp as my chin tilts back. He presses his hand between my legs and I let out a soft, muffle groan.
“Oh, yes, you are,” he growls “You’ve been living in this place for too long. You’re isolated. I bet you’ve never let anyone get past your defenses like this before.”
“Maybe,” I groan.
He teases my pussy over my swimsuit. “Absolutely. Admit it, Delia. You’ve never let a man take you like I do.”
“Okay,” I gasp. “I admit it.”
“Oh, good girl.” He kisses my neck and breasts. “Very good girl.” He slips his other hand down the front of my bathing suit and pushes my legs wider. His fingers tease me, sending waves of sparking pleasure through my spine. I take a sharp breath and push my body against his, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He kisses me hard, his taste flooding my lips. I moan into that kiss as his fingers do their work, rolling along my clit before pushing deep inside my pussy. I gasp in pleasure and joy as he fucks me with them then moves back out to tease my clit some more.