Within seconds, I’m spent, her tight pussy accepting every last drop of me.
“Oh, god,” she moans, jaw hanging, face wincing. She pulls in a high-pitched breath before collapsing against me, and I catch her.
I pull my cock from her and watch the remnants of our fuck session drip between her thighs.
“Holy shit.” Her eyes meet mine in the dark hall. “I never knew I could come that quickly. And it was different. It was a different kind of orgasm . . . like it was from the inside?”
Her bewildered gaze is fucking adorable, and I drop a kiss on her fuck-me lips.
“Go get cleaned up,” I say with a wink. “Aunt Rue is probably wondering what the hell is taking you so long.”
“Shit, shit, shit.” She grabs her jeans and panties from the floor, running to the bathroom and cursing my name at the same time. When she comes out a minute later, I walk her to the front door.
“You’re like some kind of sorcerer.” She stops in the doorway, turning to face me.
“Sorcerer?”
“I’m powerless every time I’m around you. It’s like you’re casting a spell or something.”
I laugh. “Not a sorcerer, Delilah. Just a man who knows what he wants.”
And how to get it.
I reach for her hair, brushing a messy tendril into place, and then I straighten the crooked hem of her shirt.
“There,” I say. “Perfect. Now nobody will know I just pounded the shit out of that sweet pussy of yours.”
Her lips twist. “You and that filthy mouth.”
“You know you love it.”
She grips the doorknob, swinging it open. “Goodnight, de la Cruz.”
Good night indeed.
Chapter 15
Delilah
“What are you getting all dolled up for?” I pass Daphne’s bathroom Tuesday night only to see her hair twisted into a towel turban as she curls her lashes. “Hot date tonight?”
She turns, dropping the curler. “Um, yeah. Actually.”
“What? When did this happen? Who?”
“Weston’s taking me out,” she says with a coy grin. “Just dinner and a movie.”
“Does he know you’re leaving in a few days?”
Daphne shrugs. “Yeah. We’re just hanging out. It’s nothing serious.”
I hop up on the counter, watching my sister prep. Glancing at the wide array of beauty products splattered all over the place haphazardly feels just like old times. I always did hate sharing a bathroom with my sisters, but the clutter is oddly nostalgic.
“What about you?” she asks. “You going to the HOA meeting tonight?”
“Oh, god no.” I stick my tongue out of the corner of my mouth.
“Isn’t Zane going to be there?” She says it in a sing-song voice, teasing me.
“Yes, which is exactly why it would be weird if I showed up. I have no business being there. I’ll just look like a stalker.” I slide down from the counter when my stomach growls. I’m two seconds from heating up some leftover pizza and settling in for a House of Cards marathon in Rue’s family room. That’s my idea of a cozy Tuesday night. With Daphne on a date and Rue at the HOA meeting, I’m going to take advantage of this rare me-time opportunity. “Anyway, you and Weston have fun tonight.”
“You’re just staying in?” she asks.
“What else would I do?”
“I don’t know.” She dabs cream blush on the perfectly round apples of her cheeks. “Go do something. Anything. Open yourself up to the possibility that something amazing is about to happen at any given moment. And, Del? Nothing amazing ever happens when you sit at home.”
“Daphne Rosewood, giver of sage advice.” I toss her a wink and get ready to waltz myself to the kitchen. “That’s a good one.”
For a hair of a fraction of a second, I consider accompanying Rue to the meeting, but I scratch that idea just as quickly as it came to me.
I kind of do want to see Zane again.
But, Jesus, he had my pants around my ankles in five minutes flat the last time I saw him. And my core has been in a constant state of arousal ever since.
I don’t make good decisions around him, which is exactly why our interactions should be limited.
He’s like a trigger.
I see him, and I want him, and I melt into a powerless puddle of arousal when his voice vibrates low into my ear.
And damn it.
I kind of, sort of, like him now. Or maybe I just like the way I feel when I’m with him?
Zane de la Cruz might wear a smile and a hard-on just for me, but it’s not my heart he’s after.
And that’s why a summer fling with someone like him is a heartache waiting to happen.
Chapter 16
Zane
“Zane, over here.” I glance to my right to see Ethel French standing on her toes, waving a piece of paper at me.
The Laguna Palms clubhouse is hopping tonight with homeowners. A long table dressed in red, white, and blue rests at the front of the room along with two ballot boxes clearly labeled with Ethel and Hank’s names.
“Hey, Ethel.” I approach her stand and she hands me a pamphlet outlining her platform.
“Wow,” I say, flipping through the glossy pages. “This is like the real deal. Very presidential. Look at you, Eth.”
“I’m sure I can count on your vote,” she says.
I glance at Hank. He stands in the corner, arms crossed and peering down his nose at everyone. Despite the fact that he’s clearly not the world’s most approachable guy, there are a decent amount of homeowners standing on his side of the room.