Alle Kapitel von Sin For Me, Mr. Virgin : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

==Delilah=="Another fucking disappointment."I kicked off my heels the moment I closed my apartment door. They clattered against the hardwood, expensive and completely wasted on tonight's disaster of a date.Brad. Or was it Chad? God, I couldn't even remember his name. Just another mediocre lawyer with a mediocre apartment and devastatingly mediocre hands.I poured myself a glass of wine. The good stuff. The kind I saved for celebrations or catastrophically bad evenings. Tonight definitely qualified as the latter.My phone buzzed on the counter. A text from the forgettable lawyer.*Had a great time tonight. When can I see you again?*I deleted it without responding.Great time. Right. He'd fumbled through foreplay like a teenager, finished in under five minutes, then had the audacity to ask if I came. As if I wouldn't know. As if my body wouldn't have told him in unmistakable terms if he'd bothered to pay attention.I drained half the wine glass in one swallow.This was my life now.

==Delilah==He was hard.I could see it in the way he sat. The careful positioning. The way his hands rested strategically in his lap.The gorgeous stranger in the front row was trying very hard to hide the fact that my lecture had turned him on.And I was wet because of it."Let's open it up for questions," I announced, finishing my presentation.Hands shot up across the room.I pointed directly at him."You. Front row. You've been very attentive."Panic flashed across his face. Then something shifted. His jaw set. Shoulders straightened.He wasn't running."You mentioned arousal is ninety percent psychological," he said. His voice was deeper than I expected. Rough. "But that seems reductive. Physical stimulation must play a larger role."Oh.Smart and gorgeous.Dangerous combination."The ratio varies by individual," I said. "But the principle stands. Without mental engagement, physical touch has limited effect.""Limited. Not absent.""True. But there's a difference between mechani

==Delilah==He didn't stop me.His silence was permission. Invitation. Surrender.I pressed another kiss to his palm. Then the inside of his wrist. His pulse hammered against my lips."Delilah." My name came out strangled. "I need to tell you something.""Tell me.""I don't. I haven't." He swallowed hard. "I'm not good at this.""At what?""This. All of this. Flirting. Whatever we're doing."I lowered our joined hands but didn't let go. "You seem pretty good at it to me.""That's because you're doing most of the work.""Is that a complaint?""No. It's a confession."Something in his voice made me pause. Look up at him properly.His face was flushed. Jaw tight. Eyes dark with want and something else.Fear."What are you trying to tell me?" I asked gently."I don't do this," he said. "I don't meet women at lectures and follow them to balconies and. I'm not. I've never been good at reading signals or knowing what to say or.""Elliot." I squeezed his hand. "Breathe."He did. A long, shaky

==Elliot==I didn’t even make it out of the parking lot before I had to adjust myself.Three days.She said it like it was nothing. Like it was just a number. Like I could walk away from her, get in my car, and go back to my normal life.Normal.Right.My hands weren’t steady on the wheel when I started the engine. I flexed my fingers, tried to get a grip, but it didn’t help much.Three days.Seventy-two hours.Too long.Way too long.I let out a breath and leaned back against the seat for a second, closing my eyes.I could still feel her hand.Not even where I wanted it, just my thigh. Barely anything. And still…I swore under my breath and shifted again.This was ridiculous.I was thirty years old. I handled equations that made other people’s heads spin. I worked through problems that took weeks to solve.And right now?I couldn’t even sit still because a woman had touched me and then stopped.The drive home was worse.Every little movement, every turn, every bump dragged my attenti

==Elliot=="I can't wait another day."The words tumbled out before I could stop them.Del stood in her doorway. Robe tied loosely around her waist. Hair disheveled. Lips parted. Eyes dark.She looked like I'd woken her.Or interrupted something."Elliot." My name came out breathless. "It's midnight.""I know.""We agreed on tomorrow. Eight PM.""I know.""So why are you here?"Because I couldn't sleep. Couldn't think. Couldn't exist another twelve hours knowing you were this close."I tried to wait," I said. "I really did. But I. I can't stop thinking about you."She stared at me. Hand gripping the doorframe."You should send me away," I continued. "Tell me to go home. That I'm breaking the rules we set.""I should.""But will you?"Silence stretched between us.Then she stepped back. Held the door open."Get in here."I didn't need to be told twice.Her apartment was exactly what I'd imagined. Clean lines. Expensive furniture. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city.And it sm