“Someone’s in a hurry!”
Oh, hell, yes, he was.
Delilah was going to be his wife!
Upstairs, he kicked open his door with his shoe and stopped.
He wasn’t done with the surprises.
“Oh, Jesus!” she muttered.
Delilah stared at everything he’d done for her. There were roses, candles, and the bed was covered in rose petals.
“Riley.”
“This would have been really awkward had you said no,” he admitted.
“I would never say no. I told you that one day on the porch that if you ever asked me, I wouldn’t be an idiot like your last girlfriend. I told you that when you asked, it would be yes. I meant it. You’re the one.”
He was grateful for that.
“I want you, Delilah. I’ve never wanted another woman more,” he vowed.
Her lips found his, and there was her answer to that declaration.
That kiss tore through their control, swamping them with that unquenchable heat.
“Delilah!” he muttered, as she pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders to get to his shirt.
Next came his tie, and his belt.
She was insatiable.
“Hurry, Riley!” she responded, kicking off her shoes. “I want you. I want my sexy fiancé.”
Oh, that was music to his ears.
He couldn't believe that she’d said yes. He knew she promised, but he’d been worried.
Riley got the girl.
FINALLY.
And she was worth the wait.
She began pulling off his shirt and getting him out of his dress pants.
When they dropped to the floor, she followed them.
“Jesus,” he muttered, as she pulled off her suit jacket and then the silk shirt beneath it.
“Let’s celebrate.”
She took his erection in her hand and stroked him. All the while her green eyes never left his blue ones. “I have a very sexy fiancé.”
Oh, he had news for her.
His fiancée was even hotter.
Her lips covered his erection, and he moaned. Her mouth was just as wicked as always, and Riley held on for the ride.
It was a rough one.
“Come on, baby,” he begged, his hand sliding into the back of her hair as he slowed her down. The second he did, she used her teeth to torture him.
How he didn’t cum was a freaking miracle.
Delilah had a wicked mouth—in and out of the courtroom, and he was damn glad about it too.
“If you don’t stop, I’m done. I need to last through our engagement night,” he begged.
She slowed down.
Riley pulled her to her feet and kicked off his shoes.
“Get naked, Delilah.”
“Everything?” she asked. “You know I have something sinful under this skirt, right?”
He swallowed.
“I’m hoping since I already tossed all the absconded panties.”
She dropped her skirt.
He laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’ve said this before, but I really want you naked, but I really want you wearing that,” he muttered. “Oh, the dilemma that faces me.”
“Decide.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it goes.”
He surprised her when he ripped the garters off of her body. She actually gasped.
“This too.”
There went her bra.
“And this,” he said, tearing the panties to shreds before he picked her up and tumbled onto his bed.
No.
Their bed.
Her legs were around his hips, and he wanted to find his way into that warmth.
His mouth tracked down her body to her breasts and he feasted on them.
Delilah moaned and when he tugged on her nipples, inflicting that kiss of delicious pain, she nearly came.
“Oh God!”
Yeah, she could say that again.
His erection was throbbing, and all he wanted was to find his way home.
So, he did.
Delilah moaned as he filled her. Every time Riley slid home, it was like the first time.
It was amazing.
Only, he stopped.
“What?” she asked, opening her eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She laughed.
Here was her sweet man, and he was thinking about the little life they might have made.
And here was why she wanted him.
“I really want you to hurt me. Hurry up!” she demanded.
Riley weighed his options, and then scanned her naked body.
Yeah, he wanted her. So, he went back to what he was doing. As he tormented her breasts and neck, he didn’t move in her body.
It was maddening.
She nearly begged him like some wanton hussy. Delilah felt so filled, and yet was getting no satisfaction.
“Riley, please!”
“Please what?” he asked, tormenting her with his mouth. “What do you want, Delilah?”
“You.”
“To do what?”
She loved how he was so bossy and strong in bed. It gave her chills.
It made her wet.
“Fuck me.”
Then he stroked that tight little bud with his fingers, and she shivered at his touch.
“Good. It’s time.”
Then and only then did he begin moving, driving into her. She was begging for more, and he was giving her everything he had.
She came.
Riley had to pull out as she exploded in orgasm. If he didn’t, he was done.
When she surfaced, he was staring down at her with nothing but adoration in his eyes. Her heart melted.
“I love you,” she admitted. “I will always love you, Riley Henderson. As a cop, you should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Why?” he asked.
“You stole my heart. So damn felonious.”
It made him laugh, and it made his heart skip.
“I love you, too, Delilah.”
He slid back into her body.
“One more time, Delilah. Cum with me next time,” he ordered.
How could she say no to that?
She took all he had to offer, and they both shook with that need and lust. Whenever they came together, there was this.
This heat.
This desire.
She held on as he drove his dick in and out of her body so wildly that she was already close again.
Delilah teetered on the edge.
“Come on, baby,” he said, as he was just about there. He was so close he could feel his body begging him to shove them off the edge into the pleasure.
He’d never wanted to cum more than that very moment with her.
His muscles rippled as she bit him on the shoulder. Her nails scraped across his slick flesh.
It turned him on even more.
“So tight,” he whispered, bracing himself for what was going to come.
HIM.
“I really love my fiancée,” he said, as the heat overwhelmed him. It was as if he was going to melt from this moment with her.
“Harder!”
Jesus!
Riley would wait for her, but it would be hell.
He wanted to end this ride.
Delilah held on as the detective fucked her. With Riley, it was never half way. He did it well, and he did it until they couldn’t walk.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
She shook.
“I’m close.”
He was so damn close that he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on.
Then she pushed him from her body.
He stared at her as his erection throbbed.
“Jesus.”
“I’m going to rock your world, fiancé.”
Delilah got on her knees.
When he grabbed her hips with his one hand, he went to slide back into her body.
He stopped.
“What?”
“You heard what I whispered in your ear. Take me. Make it count, Riley.”
He nearly came right there.
Sliding higher, he nudged her ass with his dick.
Then he slid home.
It took all he had not to cum. He was so close that he wasn’t moving. There he was, Delilah, wearing his ring, his dick in her ass, and…
“I really want to tell my seventeen-year-old self about this whole damn day.”
She wiggled her ass.
He moaned.
“Wait for me,” she said, doing all the moving.
Riley was there for the ride. He stared down as his dick kept disappearing, and he knew his sexy little siren was going to make him work for it.
“I would have loved you at seventeen too,” she purred. “Sex under the bleachers. In the front seat of your truck.”
He moaned.
The visual.
Her body.
Riley couldn’t string a sentence together. She was giving him everything he could ever want and so much more.
“We could have had sex at the drive-in. Me on top.”
He pictured it.
“We could have left the prom to do this,” she offered. “Fuck my ass, Riley.”
He snapped.
His hands found her hips, and he was on autopilot. He drove himself into her, Delilah holding onto the headboard. In his head, he saw them.
He pictured it.
It was young love.
It was wild lust.
It was everything they had now.
Riley pressed his body to hers, one hand on her breasts as the other found her clit.
And he gave as much as he took.
It was just their breathing in the room.
It was that wild need.
It was perfect.
“Oh, Delilah, honey, I’m cumming!”
Riley exploded, driving himself into her one last time. She was right behind him, as she came too.
They fell onto the bed.
And didn’t move.
Finally, he pulled her closer but stayed in her body. He nuzzled her cheek.
“Mmmmm…”
She agreed.
“Delilah?”
She cuddled.
“Yes, Riley?”
“Marry me tomorrow.”
She started laughing and couldn’t stop. Her heart was so light, and it was like being drunk.
“Delilah?”
She giggled.
“What’s funny?”
“You.”
“Is that a no?”
She moved so she was facing him.
“No, that’s a definite yes. Tomorrow. Name the time and place. I’ll be there.”
“Wear a dress?”
“Can’t I come like this?”
“Then I’ll be coming.”
She laughed.
“I’ll get a dress. I’ll marry you tomorrow, Riley. I’ll marry you every day over and over again. It will always be yes when it comes to you. Always. You’re my heart.”
He kissed her.
Riley was the happiest man on the whole freaking earth.
Nothing could bring him down.
* * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *
He was pissed.
What he wanted was to get his hands on her and make her his forever. Eloise was so close, and he almost had her. He didn’t remember her being so strong, but this time, she was.
Now she was gone.
Now she’d slipped away.
When he saw her in the shower, naked, wet, and his, he lost his focus. That was on him.
Next time, she wouldn’t escape him.
Next time, he’d drag her to bed. When they left with her, it gave him enough time to follow. He knew where she was, and it was time to find her again.
True love couldn’t be stopped.
They were meant to be.
No matter what.
Chapter Six
Aquarius
H e was so damn nervous about this first date. As he sat there, out in the actual bar with the patrons and employees, he was waiting for Poppy to arrive. His heart was pounding, and his palms were sweaty. Dimitri had never had a date before in his whole life.
And he was going to puke.
He couldn’t help but think that everything rode on this one moment. If he could pull this off, he’d be able to get a second date and a third.
This moment with her was all he ever really wanted. With each hooker he’d used, and with each woman he’d watched walk away or die, he’d only wanted a connection.
A deep.
Meaningful.
Connection.
With Poppy, he finally felt that bond forming, and Dimitri was a greedy man.
He wanted more.
As he watched the door for her arrival, he couldn’t help but laugh. It was as if he were some scared teenager, and honestly, he loved it.
That rush was there.
That anticipation.
Dimitri had never had any of this before, and it was intoxicating.
Then she arrived.
The second he saw her, Dimitri stood, and the sight of her stole his breath.
Oh God.
She wore a dress for him.
He watched as Poppy navigated the room, her long black hair shining like silk. In that moment, he wanted to touch it.
Dimitri wanted to caress the black waves and let it rain across his naked body. He wanted to feel that intimacy with her.
Only her.
For years, he’d filled his life with hookers, women who meant nothing, and one disaster after another. Now he wanted to fill it with something more.
Someone who mattered.
Her.
Dimitri stood there, and when she turned her head to scope him out in the busy bar, he lifted his hand in greeting.
Their eyes met.
He was lost.
Dimitri Gideon fell hard.
He’d found his future wife.
When she saw him, her heart skipped in her chest. Emma hadn’t been lying. Dimitri was standing there, and he was wearing a suit just like she’d said.
He looked so dangerous and sexy.
There was something about that sexy grin that made her want to rip off her panties, jump him, and rock his world. It was the bad boy/dark hero thing he had going on.
Before, it did nothing for her.
With him?
Oh, it did everything for her now.
It was hard not to be drawn in by him as his dark hair kissed the tops of his shoulders. Oh, and the way he was watching her with those mysterious aqua pools. She wanted to fall into them and never come up again.
She couldn’t believe he was dressed for her.
Then again, she’d done the same.
“Dimitri,” she said when he offered her his hand as she finally reached him.
“Babochka, you look beautiful.”
She smiled. Poppy was fighting that blush she could feel moving up her body.
That nickname melted her, and she didn’t doubt the sexy devil knew it too.
“You look very sexy, Dimitri, and I’m sure I’m not the only woman noticing it.”
He looked around for the first time—just noticing that they weren’t alone. Yes, there were women, but they didn’t even register with him.
She did.
Poppy had his attention from that first moment he held her at gunpoint on the mountain.
A part of him knew.
For now, he wanted to remember this moment until his dying day. He wanted to lock this treasure away for only him to cherish. For him, this was a miracle. A woman, a beautiful one, had joined him on a date, and he didn’t have to pay for her time. The only other women who would rush out and meet him were his sister and Emma.
This was amazing.
“Would you like to sit out here, or someplace more private?” he asked, despite Emma telling
him to sit with the customers. Dimitri didn’t want to share her with anyone, and there were men checking her out.
Some guy at the bar was staring at her ass.
He’d kill him later.
“Well, that depends,” Poppy offered.
“On?”
“You get some say in where we sit, too, Dimitri. Where do you want me?”
He laughed.
Oh, where to begin?
His instincts were to say that a bed would be the perfect place, but he knew with that came earning it.
“Care to share what’s funny?” Poppy asked.
“Internal dialog that’s not suitable for a lady. It was instinctual.”
She looked around when he said, ‘lady’.
“Oh, you meant me.”
His eyes twinkled. There was nothing like a woman who wasn’t a gold digger or who had a sense of humor. He loved that best in someone. God knew his life was stark. He needed someone who would light the way with humor.
“I think that we should sit out here,” Dimitri stated, going with what Emma suggested. “I have the loveliest of dates right here, and I don’t mind if people watch,” he admitted.
She flushed with heat.
Poppy didn’t mind if all the women around them stared either. This sexy man, for now, was hers.
“That works for me. I hear you have something that belongs to me,” she said, holding up the box of chocolates. “Holding booze hostage…that’s not nice.”
He found her endearing.
Like a gentleman, Dimitri pulled out the chair for her, and also pushed it in. Then he moved to the other side of the table and took a seat. Before his ass hit the chair, there was a waiter.
With a tray.
On it, there was a fifth of Jack.
It was her turn to laugh.
“Oh, to be you for one day,” she teased, sliding the box to the middle of the table. She couldn’t imagine what it was like to be powerful and have people doing anything you wanted at your slightest whim.
While she knew that Emma was down to earth, she didn’t doubt that this man was powerful like Greyson Croft.
Birds of a feather flocked together.
“What were you saying about me holding your other request hostage?” he asked, lifting a brow.
God!
When she smiled, she was gorgeous.
“I guess I was wrong about your intentions. Would you like to share?”
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