Delta's Dawn

watches, but she is too exhausted to move, for the moment. Both mother and foal are panting heavily now. Giving a final heave the filly is out. “It's a girl,” Chase says and claps his son on the shoulder. They share a smile before Chase nods over at Delta. Daniel glances over and sees her wiping away tears.
“Abby that was beautiful. Thank you,” she reaches for the little girl's hand and joy dances in her dark eyes.
“Here comes the best part, Delta,” Abby says and points to the filly. It's struggling to stand. She's a beautiful cinnamon colored filly with a perfect white stripe down her forehead. The mother nuzzles her and licks her before laying back down.
“Bless your heart, just rest,” Delta murmurs.
“They stand within thirty minutes of birth,” Daniel says as he walks over to explain.
“Do you do this often, Daniel?” Delta asks with a newfound admiration for him.
“Daniel is a champion line, a horse breeder. His services are in high demand,” Chase says, smacking his son on the back. Delta smiles at Daniel's obvious embarrassment.
“I love what I do,” Daniel grins.
“Daddy, I want to name her Cinnamon.” The adult's smile and Abby claps her hands and calls out to the foal, “Come on Cinnamon you can do it. Stand up.” Cinnamon heaved with her back legs and struggles to rise up on wobbly front legs but falls back to the straw. Like an ice skater skidding around, Cinnamon slips and slides a few times before finally spreading her legs and finding her balance. They cheer, and Daniel brings Abigail down into the stall to meet the new pony. “Good job, Cinnamon.” She presses a kiss to her nose.
“Delta, come meet her!” Abby calls out.
“Oh, no, I don’t want to intrude.”
“Nonsense,” Chase opens the gate and guides her to Daniel with a hand on her back.
“Okay then,” with a trembling hand, she reaches out to the newborn. Delta jumps when its muzzle sniffs her hand. “Hi sugar, you’re beautiful.” Braver, now she strokes her head and grins in delight at Daniel.
The mother sits up and looks at them before laying back down again. “Poor Mama, we should let her rest,” Abby suggests.
“Come on, Abby, let’s go celebrate with a shake,” Chase says with a laugh.
“Dad, can I stay with grandpa tonight? I have riding lessons in the morning?” She pleads, and he agrees with a small smile.
“Yes!” Abby runs over and hugs Delta before running off with a wave to her Dad.
Delta follows them from the stall before turning back to watch Daniel move back to the mare, speaking softly to her. He runs his hands over her, stroking her and comforting her, whispering to her, how proud he is of her. At that moment all Delta can think of is how his hands would feel roaming all over her. A blush blossoms on her face just as Daniel looks up at her. Alone now, his eyes take on a predatory look. Rising up, he moves to the gate and leaves the mother and foal together to bond. He walks past Delta into his office, with an attached bathroom.
She watches the mother cleaning her filly for a few minutes. Cinnamon pushes at her to nurse and Delta glances down when Sasha nudges her hand. “Montana just gets better and better,” she whispers to Sasha.
A few moments later Delta turns and follows him inside of his office, “Daniel, I wanted to thank you for…” her voice fades and she stops in her tracks. “Sweet heaven,” she gasps. God, he's beautiful. Daniel has pulled off his flannel shirt to scrub his hands and arms. The top of his jeans are unsnapped, and she licks her lips stunned by her physical reaction to him.
“Delta…?” Daniel calls her name and moves towards her slowly, tossing the towel down. Delta backs up until she hits a wall near the door, and he cages her in with one hand on each side of the wall. “Delta, you’ve been avoiding me,” she looks up into his eyes as his mouth stops a hair from her. “I have a terrible need to taste you.” Her hands slide up his chest, with a feather light touch and his chest muscles jump beneath her fingers. Delta forgets everything but the desire she sees in his eyes.
“Taste me then, Dan…” his mouth takes hers cutting off her words. This time, it’s a feral kiss, full of passion, needs, and desire. Her body shudders, she presses up against him, and he responds with a guttural moan. Delta feels the rush of freedom, of letting go and enjoying the moment.
Daniel expected a slow simmering boil, not a volcano of sensations at the touch and taste of her. His tongue chases hers, and she responds instantly slipping her fingers into his hair and sucking on his bottom lip. Daniel runs his hands down the side of her body-skimming the sides of her breasts and grabs her hips, pulling her against his body. He can’t seem to get enough of her.
“God, you taste so good, Delta,” Daniel gasps leaving her mouth, his lips find a sensitive spot on her neck, and Delta's legs go weak. He nips at her vein, and she gasps in response.
“So do you,” she says breathlessly. Daniel steps back and smiles at her. He knows he needs to slow things down or else he will take her against the wall of his office. Growling in frustration, he backs away and grabs his shirt to pull on.
Delta walks on wobbly knees to the door. “We shouldn't do this anymore, Daniel.” The sound of her husky voice tells him that she's just as affected as he. Grinning, he pursues her and catches her hand.
“I don't like games, Delta. I have feelings for you, and I'd like a chance to explore them. Have dinner with me