Page 128 of 10 Rings I Hate About You
“You’re not needy, Delaney.” He shifted my body so I sat facing him. He gently tugged my legs to go to either side of his waist. “Tonight felt easy. So did last night.”
I nodded.
“After years of it not being so easy between us.” His voice was low, careful, like he was working through this in real time, too.
I nodded again, not ready to trust my voice.
“Maybe this is what we were leading up to all along?” he offered. “All the noise and friction and the—I think after our tumultuous start we can ease into this without any expectations.”
I frowned.
He cupped my cheek, his thumb rubbing at the corner of my mouth. “I’m not saying this is casual.” He paused. “You’ve probably guessed I’m not good at that.”
I smiled just as he intended. And the muscles in my body that had tensed eased. “You’re not wrong.”
“But while we figure things out, I’m not figuring things out with anyone else.”
I let out a breath. I had needed to hear that more than I realized. “Same.”
His mouth curved. “Yeah.”
“Don’t make it weird,” I replied. “I said what I said.”
He laughed—loudly—and then kissed me.
Not desperate. Not rushed. Just certain. The same way he was certain about most things, like he’d considered what we were to each other and decided to show me he meant what he said. He touched me then, one hand sliding to my jaw, and the other settling on my hip, and everything inside me went quiet. The low-grade hum, the nervous energy that had buzzed inside me all day began to fall away.
I kissed him back.
Slow at first. Easy. But easy had a way of accelerating into something else when his hands were involved. I pressed closer, chasing more, and loving his response—fueled by it, even—theshift in his breathing, the way his grip changed, the low sound he made against my mouth when I rolled my hips.
His mouth consumed me. Each nip, each press of our lips, each swipe of our tongue made me want him more. Desire licked at my spine, and I couldn’t stop myself from rocking against his hardened length. My hands tugged at his shirt, freeing it from his pants so I could run my hands over him, slowly tracing each muscle, each defined ab, learning his body as he learned mine the other night.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned. He cupped my ass so he could push our lower halves closer together. Exactly the way I wanted.
He shuddered with each pass of my body over his hardness.
His hand slipped beneath my shirt, tugging my bra just under my breasts so he could pinch, rub, and soothe my nipples.
Soon my breath hitched, and I sucked his lower lip into my mouth. I was slowly losing my mind. My hips rocked erratically as my legs squeezed around his hips, and my back arched into his touch. I was so damn close.
“Be good for me, and let me see you fall apart,” Marc whispered.
And that was all it took to have me break apart and fall into tiny pieces.
He held me, his kissing turning tender as I came down from the high.
“Bedroom,” I managed.
He pulled back just far enough to look at me. “Are you sure?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Right,” he said with a smile. “Forgot who I was talking to.” He shifted to his feet and held out his hand to me. “As you wish.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
DELANEY
