“Wouldn't dream of it. I was just wondering where you were going with the new story. Now, is there something I need to do for dinner or do you have it all under control?” He pushed back the disappointment, walked over, and put his hands on her shoulders. “I can bath the kids and leave you in the kitchen if you want.”
“That would be great. It's nearly all in the slow cooker anyway. I can set the table and get some vegetables in the microwave.”
“Sounds good to me. We can discuss your writing later. I'd love to get a sneak peak sometime.” He bent down and kissed her gently. Her mouth opened and her tongue skimmed across his teeth, then inside his mouth. Blake slid his hands down her back and over her butt, kneading his fingers into her soft mounds. Her eyes widened at the touch and a surge of lust burned through his veins. He wanted to keep her with him until he worked out whether this was just a passing fancy or if he had found his new soul mate. Finding a way to convince her was the hardest part.
Delilah licked a moist tongue over his lip before gripping her teeth over the soft flesh. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him close. His body reacted with a will of its own and he delved into her mouth, their tongues dancing at a frantic pace. Blake gripped her hips and held her closer, his erection pressing against her stomach, leaving her in no doubt as to the effect she was having on him.
Footsteps sounded up the back path and the kids’ voices reached his ears. “Shit, sorry Del.” He pushed her back gently. “Tonight.”
She looked at him with glazed eyes and a dreamy smile on her face. “Yes.”
With a sigh, she turned and walked out to the kitchen, leaving him standing with a bulge in his jeans he needed to deal with before the kids walked in. With nothing for it, he ducked into his own bathroom and stood brushing his teeth until he relaxed enough to deal with family issues.
Blake bathed the kids while Delilah got the dinner ready and on the table. When they sat down to eat he was in control of his feelings, but only just. He couldn’t wait to have her in his bed. Every time he looked up, he met her gaze before glancing away again. Bluey shook his head muttering to himself.
“What was that?” Blake asked him, his eyebrow raised as the old man scowled.
“Thinking I’ll have an early night. Seems like things are getting a bit too warm in this kitchen for my comfort, and we all know it ain’t about the cooking either.”
Chapter 13
Delilah was frantically trying to work out what to wear after a long soak in a perfume filled bath before her “date night” with Blake. Her clothes were strewn over the suitcases as she discarded one outfit after the other, deeming each of them too citified or just plain unsuitable as a lead up to hot sweaty sex—at least she hoped that was what was on the cards. Her mind had been going full speed since she said goodnight to the children and hurried to her room to get ready.
When the tap came at her bedroom door she was still wrapped in the wet towel she had been in for the last half an hour. Her heart beat picked up a notch and her girly parts hummed with joy. At last. Cursing herself for being so indecisive, she looked for something to wear and still couldn’t make up her mind.
“Delilah, you okay?”
Frantic, she pushed her clothes away and zipped up the cases before brushing her damp curls from her face. It made sense in a way to stay as she was. If she had her way, they would both be naked in minutes. May as well make the job easier.
She flicked her glance around the room again and switched on the bedside lamp before turning out the main bedroom light. With a shake of her shoulders and a deep breath, she composed herself, replaced the frown she knew was on her face with what should be a seductive smile and opened the door.
Delilah's breath caught in her throat and she raised a hand to her lips to stop the cry coming from her throat. Blake stood with his hands tucked into the pockets of clean jeans. The look on his face melted her heart, he looked so unsure of the moment but so incredibly sexy with it. His hair was damp and a faint smell of cologne wavered over his body. When his gaze dropped to the towel she wore, his whole demeanor changed. The smile lit up his face and he chuckled softly, making her stomach flutter.
“Well, I guess that answers that question then.” He leaned on the door frame watching her, his gaze dark and predatory. The thrill that ran down her skin was so unexpected it knocked the breath from her.
“Um…and that would have been what?” Delilah licked her bottom lip before digging her teeth into it.
“I was going to ask you if you were sure about this, but looking at you standing in that damp towel makes me think you are.” He reached out a hand and ran his fingers down her cheek, sending a shiver over her skin.
With a groan, Delilah grabbed his hand and turned the palm to her mouth. Months of no sex finally got the better of her and she kissed the rough skin before running her tongue around his wrist.
The slam of the door snapped her back to the present and she found herself spun around against the wall. When she looked into Blake's
