Dahlia's entire face was flushed, the color spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. Her pink lips pressed together as she bit down on her lower lip, as if trying to hold something back.
Her eyes shifted to the side, avoiding his gaze, yet there was a quiet helplessness in them, a silent permission as if she was allowing him to stay like this for as long as he wanted.
The useless white cloth had already slipped off her body, leaving her naked beneath him. With Gideon practically on top of her, their skin pressed together without any barrier, the warmth between them impossible to ignore.
Something soft and yielding brushed against his chest with every small movement, and even then, she only shut her eyes tightly, her fingers curling slightly at her sides, making no move to change their position.
Gideon gulped, his throat dry. His heart pounded just as wildly as Delilah's, loud enough that he swore she could hear it. Excitement surged through him.
