I press a kiss to her cheek and am rewarded with the sound of her breath hitching. I want to explore her mouth for hours, days. I’m beginning to think I’ll want it for endless years. For now, I’ll do as she wishes and go slow, starting with chaste, relatively innocent touches. My reward is her hand smoothing along my neck to rest there, warm and lazy. I feel that soft touch down to the bone, a throb of warm happiness that lingers.

She snuggles closer, her calf sliding along mine. It feels so good I’m momentarily distracted. My arm wraps around her waist, securing her against me. Her body is all curves and warmth. I’m trying my best not to get distracted by her breasts or the way they tease along my chest with her breathing. But damn, I want to touch them.

“Macon?”

“Hmm?” I stroke her arm, touch her fingers. If I’d known on that fateful prom night that wrapping myself up in Delilah would be this good, I’d have hunted her down, thrown myself at her feet, and begged.

“Have you been avoiding me today?”

My hand pauses at her waist. “I wanted to give you time to get used to this.” Us. We were an us. Fucking unbelievable.

She worries the inside of her lip with her teeth as her thumb brushes my jaw. “I thought as much.” Her gaze lowers to my mouth. She has my total attention now. “Thing is, I missed you.”

I can’t help myself. I lean in and kiss her like I’ve wanted to all day, deep and sweet. She makes a small pleased sound that licks along my skin, and then her mouth opens to mine, the gentle touch of her hand turning into a desperate grip.

I’m not going anywhere. I tilt my head, drawing her halfway under me, knowing she has no idea how much I relish the freedom to touch her, taste her. “This okay?” I whisper before suckling her plump lower lip. “Kissing you like this?”

It feels okay. More than that. And she’s responsive. But I want the words. I need to know she’s as into it as I am. Delilah hums into my mouth, tickling my lips. Her body arcs into mine, pressing those glorious tits against my chest.

“Yes,” she says.

Yes. My new favorite word.

A grin slips free. Then I lose myself in Delilah. I’ve never kissed like this, kissing because it feels so damn good my body throbs with lust. I swallow down her soft sounds, learn the contours of her mouth. The simple slide of her tongue along mine has my dick so hard it hurts.