This feels so right, Mike thought, feeling Dilly’s
fingers tracing down his chest as her lips left a trail of fire down his neck.
Dropping hungry kisses on her throat, Mike groaned as her legs tightened around
him. Her hips were slowly twisting, grinding her core against him. Just as his
hand slid down her smooth back to squeeze her firm bottom, Mike felt Dilly
tense above him. A wave of insecurity washed over him, and Mike slowed his
kisses and hands.
He flicked his tongue lightly against the soft skin in the
tender junction between her shoulder and neck. He knew that if Dilly had never
been with another of their kind, then she would have reservations about laying
with him. Surrendering yourself to a man who might be your mate would be scary.
Feeling her relax a little into his gentle hands, Mike wondered if she knew how
hot the fire was that her questing fingers burned against his skin.
Chancing a glance up to her face, Mike lost his breath. Her
head was tossed back and her lips were parted as if waiting for a sigh to drift
out. Her hair had fallen across her shoulders, and a burst of pride at how he
made her feel coursed through him. Then he saw her wide eyes, and felt her
confusion.
Smoothing his hands over her sides, Mike flattened them over
her lower back. In the gentlest whisper he could muster, he spoke her name, “Dilly?”
Her eyes turned to his, and for a long instance they just
stared at each other. Mike didn’t know what raced through her mind, but he saw
the conflict between what she was doing and what she thought she should be
doing. Leaning upwards, Mike brushed his lips across hers once more. “It’s
okay. We don’t have to.”
As if his words sparked something inside of her, Dilly
rushed to move. “I’m sorry,” she stammered, retreating to her knees several
feet from him. “I don’t know what came over me. Look, I’ll tell you where my
family is. You just go see them and take care of whatever business you have.”
Turned away, Dilly stood up and began searching for
something. Mike took it as a sign to lift himself up off the floor and sat on
the edge of the couch, straightening his shirt in the process. He watched Dilly
throw her shirt back on, and return with a slip of paper. As she held it out to
him, Mike asked, “What’s this?”
“Directions and a phone number. You should be able to find
them with this,” Dilly answered. She wasn’t looking at him and a bright red
blush had spread across her face.
Standing up, Mike took the paper and barely glanced at it
before folding it up. As he slipped the directions into the pocket of his
jeans, he watched Dilly. He brought his index finger up and nudged her chin up
with his knuckle. “Thanks. I should have gone to your father first. I haven’t
been very polite,” Mike said as her eyes drifted up to him.
Reaching into his back pocket, Mike pulled out one of his
business cards. Gently, he took the pen that still hung loosely in her hand and
scribbled his disposable cell number on the back of the card. “This is the
number I’m using right now. If you need it, use it.”
Mike handed back the pen along with the card, hoping once
her confusion cleared she would call. Seeing her take a small gulp, Mike
wondered if Dilly was too young to understand why she was so mixed up. “Yeah,
well, you take care,” she said, ushering him towards the door.
“You too, Delilah. Until we meet again,” he said, stepping
through the open door.
Dilly crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned against
the doorframe. “If we meet again,” she grumbled.
A little trace of her smile had returned, and Mike found
himself smiling back. “Of course we will,” he assured her before making his way
to his truck.
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