Donovan stepped closer and placed his palms on her cheeks, cupping her face and drawing her gaze up to meet his.

"I don't say things I don't mean, but I did overstep my boundaries and I am sorry," he gently kissed the top of her head, down to her nose, mouth, and nibbling on her chin, "I do feel something for you, Delilah, and I can't help it."

Delilah pulled herself closer to him. She had tried so hard not to let Brett win—not to let that bastard tear her away from her future and happiness, but perhaps Donovan was just lonely and she was the only one available?

She decided to take the bull by the horns anyway.

"I'll make you a deal," she said, her heart racing and her anxiety levels hurdling through the roof, "If you want to take it slow, then we'll take it slow. I like you a lot, too, Donnie and I truly want to make my partner happy, but I want it to be real. I don't want it to simply be lust and availability. You're leaving for a long time and I..."

Donovan hadn't thought about that when he practically pushed his heart onto her.

"No, you're right. This probably seems like I am playing you, but I promise I am not," he smiled, "If you want to take it slow, we'll be slow about it. I respect that."

"As slow as molasses.." Delilah said.

"As slow as molasses.." Donovan repeated, "Whatever you need. If you want to say we're talking or dating then I will leave that up to you. It doesn't have to be over the top serious if that's what you need right now."

"I am sor,-"

"NO!" Donovan placed a finger to her lips, "Do not apologize for setting boundaries. I truly understand that I rushed things. Hell, I'm the one who went for you in the first place and I don't regret it at all. I am so happy you're here, Del. Yeah, I am lonely and I have been for a long time, but I have dated and not one woman has come close to comparing with what you do to me. It's not even sexual because yes the sex we have is absolutely mind-blowing, but you are what I feel like I've been looking for."

"So we do this, but it's slow..we take our time and get to know each other," Delilah said, "And we can say we're...talking? What's the hip lingo now? When we were kids it was 'going together.' What did that even mean?"

Donovan laughed, "Well, my parents were dating and my grandparents were 'going steady.'"

He thought for a moment, "I could court you.

"Geez, we're old, but we're not that old," Delilah joked, "Actually, I kind of like that. It's sweet."

"Sweet as molasses.." Donovan gripped his length and turned Delilah around, "Are you ready for me?"

Delilah giggled, "Is this courting?"

"It's our way of courting," he groaned, pushing himself into her as Delilah gripped the sides of the bars in the shower. She arched her back and stuck her backside out so Donovan could have the easiest access to her channel, "Fuck....."

"I like this style of courting, but I also expect letters and chocolates," Delilah moaned as Donovan picked up the pace, his cock swelling deep within her.

"Anything you want, Del.." Donovan promised, "The world is yours."

Running a hand down her back, Donovan was happy—happier than he'd been in so long and he could sense a change in his queen. Maybe he'd pressed himself too far at first, but she was the most understanding person he'd ever met in his life and this was what they needed to do.

Courting...

He didn't recall courting Melanie, but they were dating in high school and it just happened.

He'd woo Delilah—that's what he'd do. He'd give himself to her as much as he could, fly back from Dubai as often as possible to see her, keep his promise to fly her out there, maybe even the kids if that was allowed.

"Oh fuck..."Donovan's mindless rutting into Delilah's pussy sent shivers up and down his spine, "Yes..."

Delilah whimpered, "Make me come, Donnie...make me come so hard..."

Donovan pumped himself in and out of her mercilessly until she cried out, her body going limp in his arms as she came and Donovan followed soon after, his gel dripping down Delilah's thighs, down her legs, and swirling around the drain in the shower.

"Oh my..." Delilah caught her breath as Donovan held her from behind, his cock softening, "You are going to make me come every ten minutes while I'm here."

"Or every five.." Donovan winked, "Let's rinse."

"So, show me how you play the drums," Delilah said, mesmerized that Donovan had an actual recording studio in his house, "Isaiah would flip out if he was here."

Donovan settled himself behind his drum set and started to play different genres, different songs, leaving Delilah relishing in the moment.

"Favorite music is jazz, blues, and rock," Donovan said, "I love all music, but those are my go-to's."

Delilah smiled, "I love the blues and country, but my playlist has everything from classical to hip hop to country to whatever the kids put on my phone."

"I like that," Donovan said, showing her the set he intended on giving Isaiah, "A woman who likes it all."

Delilah smiled, "Oh, Donnie, he's going to love it. Thank you...I seriously don't know how I can pay you back.."

"I am courting you and your kids come with it," Donovan told her, "I am not replacing anyone, just to assure you, but it's a package deal like you've said. No kids, no deal—and that goes for me, too."

Delilah still couldn't believe this man was real. Was he some sort of smooth talking con artist? No, she didn't make much at her jobs even with the college degrees and he knew that..

Maybe he truly did like her.

Maybe she liked him more than she wanted to admit.

Slow as molasses and sweet as can be...