Dark Destiny by Avelyn Paige

Delilah

I kissed him.Oh. My. God. I’d actually freaking kissed him. What the hell was I thinking? Going into that closet was a huge mistake. I never should’ve asked him to help me. I should’ve never put myself into that situation.

Trying to push the delicious memory from my mind, I move to the back of the rescue, to where the bathroom is. Living in a van means that I’m without certain amenities, hence why I do the majority of my personal hygiene routine in the back of Austin Animal Rescue headquarters.

I twist the knob and set the water to the heat level I prefer. And it still wouldn’t be as hot as that kiss.

Damn it, Delilah. Snap your ass out of it. He’s in jail.

I step into the shower and stand with my face under the spray of water.

But that kiss.A frozen moment in time, with his demanding lips devouring mine. His strong fingers pulling me to him like he wanted me to climb inside of him and make myself at home.

It felt like it was straight out of one of those dark romance movies where the bad guy gets the innocent girl. But after that, I no longer feel innocent. I feel desired and wanton, and so fucking turned on. I feel different in a way I can’t even explain.

“No. It was just a kiss,” I say out loud, my voice dulled under the shower.

He’s just a man.A man who had kissed me like I was his only source of oxygen, and his lungs were on the verge of collapse. It may have been just a kiss to him, but to me, it was so much more.

Turning my back into the cascading water, I tip my head back, feeling like every drop is electric. Charged. It runs down my body, tiny streams that feel like fingers racing along my curves. His fingers—Rhett’s fingers.

Unable to fight it, I moan softly and allow my imagination to carry me away.

I imagine him here in the shower with me right now. God, he’s so fucking muscular. I’d learned what it feels like to have his body pressed against mine earlier, and it wasn’t long enough. I want to feel that again. I want to take it all the way. I need him to go all the way with me.

My fingertips run around the edges of my nipples, excitement racing along my spine as I imagine Rhett’s tongue doing the same. I imagine it flicking the hard bud there, and his lips pressing butterfly soft kisses all around. I imagine his teeth nipping at each one as his eyes bore into mine with unadulterated need.

“Jesus,” I whisper, struggling to draw air into my lungs. If I can get this excited with the imaginary Rhett, imagine how my body would respond to the real one.

I move my fingertips down a little lower, tracing the heavy curve of my breast, and glide down along the center of my belly, trailing across my belly button and lower still.

When I reach my center, I slowly dip my finger between my folds and shiver as I imagine Rhett touching me this way. I can feel him, smell him, and I want more than anything to have him here in this shower with me.

Slowly, gently, I roll my swollen nub beneath the wet tip of my finger and moan. I take my time rolling and rubbing, my hips moving in a rhythm. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, and no one like Rhett Darby has ever touched me—until today.

Need coils inside of me, but my fingers are no longer providing the release I so desperately need.

Reaching up, I grab the nozzle above me and pull it from its cradle. I adjust the spray, finding one with more pressure, and position myself with my foot up on the edge of the tub as I lower the shower head. The massaging spray hits my clit, sending my head falling back.

“Oh, God.” I think about Rhett, imagining his face buried between my legs, his tongue dancing and swirling around my clit. I imagine him lapping at me like a starving man.

A cold white heat builds beneath his imaginary tongue. My knees begin to quiver, and then I erupt.

Quaking, I ride the steady stream of water, releasing every bit of pent-up need I have inside. I’m alone in the building, and for that, I’m thankful, because I can't control my pleasure.

My chest heaves and my heart races as I float back down to reality.

Jesus Christ, I needed that.

I give myself a moment to catch my breath and then place the shower head back in its place.

I’ve come to a decision. I have a new rule—rule five. Fuck all the rules. I want this. I want him. And if I have to wait for him to get out, I’ll fucking do it.