“I’m not going to reward you for going. You’re not a dog.” Her hands are still planted on my chest, and I’m quite positive she can feel my heart hammering right now. She makes my body do strange things, and I kind of love it. “Just please go. If not for Rue, then for me.”
I pause, studying her pretty face and moving my hands to her hips.
“All right. Fine. I’ll go,” I say.
“Just like that?” She’s smiling now.
“Yeah. Shit. Whatever. I’ll vote, then I’m leaving.”
“Okay, but there’s one more thing.”
“Jesus. What?”
“Rue wants you to vote for Ethel French.”
I smirk. She’s the only broad in these parts I remotely like. She’s got sass and guts, and I respect the hell out of her.
“Done,” I say. “Ethel can have my vote.”
It’s not like it matters. I plan to move out of Laguna Falls the first chance I get. I’m going on well over two years here now, and as soon as I prove that I’ve calmed down to Coach, I’m getting the hell out of here.
Gripping her hips, I pull her body against mine, kissing her pillow-soft lips once again. “Now, tell me you didn’t come all this way just to tell me to go to some stupid meeting.”
Her mouth smiles against mine. “It’s true, de la Cruz.”
“Then lie to me,” I say. “Tell me you came here to make up for this morning.”
Our lips dance, parting enough so that our tongues graze for a moment. Her fingers lift to the back of my neck, threading through my hair.
Delilah Rosewood likes me. It may only be when I’m making her feel like a sexual goddess, when our mouths stop moving long enough to let our bodies do the talking, but I’ll take what I can get.
Hoisting her up, I grip her ass as her legs wrap around my hips. I carry her to my room, but she pulls her lips from mine.
“I can’t,” she sighs. “I told Rue I’d be right back. We’re supposed to play BINGO tonight.”
Pressing my forehead into her shoulder, I groan. She left me with the worst fucking case of blue balls I’ve ever had this morning, and I’ll be damned if I let it happen again.
“What if I don’t want to let you go?” I meet her gaze.
“You don’t have a choice.” Her words resist me, but her body does not. Her nipples poke through her sheer blouse. She wants me just as much as I want her. “She’s going to know something’s up if I’m gone too long.”
“Doesn’t she already know?”
“Probably. I don’t know.” She bites her lip, her chest rising and falling with quick little breaths.
“I want you so bad,” I whisper into her ear. I let her legs slide down, her back pressed against the wall. My hands run the length of her sides, my fingers running the length of her waistband until I’ve managed to dip a finger between her flesh and her panties.
“Zane.” My name on her tongue is breathless air. “Please . . .”
Her legs spread wider as I unhook the button on her jeans. Lowering myself, I lift the hem of her shirt and press kisses into her soft belly as I yank her pants to the ground.
I’m hard as a fucking rock.
Ready to go.
She has what I want.
What I need.
Sliding her panties down her legs, she kicks them off and moves to free my cock from the constraints of my gym shorts. Turning her to face the wall, I separate her thighs and careen my hand to her front, toying with her clit.
She’s breathless, her eyes squinting and her hands bracing her desperate, trembling body.
“You’re so damn wet,” I moan. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Yes.” She releases a shaky exhalation. “For you.”
Gripping her wrist, I bring it behind her back until her fingers are wrapped around my cock.
“You feel that?” I ask.
“Mm, hm,” she moans.
“I’m so hard for you, baby,” I whisper into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you against this wall, Delilah. Right here, right now, in my house, you belong to me.”
Her lips purse together as she nods, swallowing loudly and dragging her palm up and down my cock. I take it from her, positioning it between her ass cheeks and lowering it to her dripping wet pussy.
“I only have one question,” I say.
“Yes?”
“Are you on the pill?”
She nods, her eyes squeezed tight as her fists clench against the wall. With one thrust, I’m inside, fucking her hard and filthy, just the way she likes. With one hand gripping her hip and the other wrapped around the front of her neck, I have complete control.
A woman like Delilah, who controls every aspect of her world, needs this. And shit, she may even need this more than I do.
My cock is wet with her juices as I piston in and out of her from behind, her moans and sighs muffled against the wall.
If this were any other day and she weren’t in a hurry to get out the door, I’d take my time. But I don’t want to make her late.
“You getting close, baby?” I breathe against her ear.
She nods.
“I want you to come all over my cock,” I order, thrusting harder, faster. I gather her wrists in my left hand, holding them high above her head and pinning them to the wall as the sounds of my skin slapping against hers fills the silent hallway.
My cock throbs, my balls squeezing.