Marco obeyed without hesitation, his body moving as though under her spell. He reclined on the desk, the smooth wood cool against his heated skin. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his dark eyes locked onto her every move.
Delilah climbed up beside him, her bare knees pressing against the desk as she straddled his waist.
The raw vulnerability in his expression sent a thrill through her—he was completely hers, body and soul.
She ran her hands along his chest, marveling at the taut muscles beneath her fingertips.
"You’re so beautiful, Marco," she murmured, her voice filled with an affection that softened the tension between them.
He reached for her, his hands settling on her hips, but she stopped him with a shake of her head.
"Not yet," she whispered, leaning down to brus
