“Thank God for curtains.”
She gives me a soft smile for the first time since I arrived, and my hand slides up the underside of her shirt because I’m just a man, and I can only keep myself from touching her for so long.
“What are you doing?” Her voice crawls to a whisper, but she presses her body against mine in some sort of silent invitation.
“I can’t stop touching you.” My teeth drag across my bottom lip. “You’re too damn irresistible, Delilah, and you make me so hot when you try to resist me. Reminds me of the night we first met. You in your pajamas, giving me the evil eye, trying so hard to pretend like you were some kind of hard ass. Fucking adorable.”
“You want to do this?” She throws up a white flag in the form of a sigh, and her hands slick up the nape of my neck. “Fine. Let’s do this.”
Snaking my hands under her shirt, I cup her pert breasts, pressing my lips against hers again, letting our tongues dance. My cock strains against my boxer briefs. There’s too much fabric between the two of us, and I’m going to go insane if that doesn’t change in the very near future.
Delilah, sensing my urgency, yanks her shirt over her head, and I move for her bra before sliding her yoga pants down her curved thighs. Her fingers work the zipper of my jeans with frantic precision, and she climbs on top of me the second I’m freed.
Lowering herself onto me until I’ve fully impaled her, her hips rock back and forth, alternating between rocking and circling, bringing her pink budded breasts to my lips each time she comes up.
“Show me how much you’ve missed me,” I growl, knotting my fingers in her hair as it spills down her back. I direct her face to mine, and she stops grinding on me for a moment. “Fuck me like you never stopped missing me.”
I give her a punishing kiss, and she resumes. My hands slide down her sides, gliding along her feminine S-shaped curves with greedy enthusiasm.
“I can do better than that,” she whispers in my ear, her lips swollen from my kiss. “I’ll fuck you like I never stopped loving you.”
Epilogue
Delilah
Three Months Later . . .
“Don’t forget, Delilah, you signed up to bring peanut butter brownies.” Krissy Caldwell flags me down as I leave the Thunder Girls meeting Saturday afternoon. It’s a club some of the players’ wives put together to create the sort of camaraderie you can only get when you’re part of a football family.
Of course, I’m only Zane’s girlfriend, but he spoke with Krissy, and they welcomed me with open arms. Her husband is the starting quarterback for the Chicago Thunder, and he and Zane have become fast friends these last few months.
“The bake sale is in two weeks, everyone!” Krissy calls out above the chatter of players’ wives. “Two PM. Saint Michael’s Cathedral. Remember, bring your A game. All proceeds are going to provide Christmas dinners to the homeless this year.”
“All right, I’m out of here,” I say to her. “Thanks for putting this together. I’m so grateful to be involved.”
“Of course.” She rubs my arm. “What are you and Zane doing for Christmas this year? Will you be in town? We’re having a bunch of friends over Christmas Eve. We’d love it if you and Zane could stop by.”
“That’s sweet of you, but I’m actually taking him home for Christmas,” I say. “He’s finally going to meet the rest of my family, so wish him luck.”
I give her a wink, and she chuckles.
“Aw, well, if they’re anything like you, they’re good people.” She rubs my arm before turning to flag down another woman. “Hilary, don’t forget, I have you down to bring cranberry walnut cookies.” She turns back to me. “I’ll see you next weekend. Thunder versus Rivets. Now those are the games I live for.”
* * *
“Hey, gorgeous.” Zane glances up from a moving box as I step into my apartment. “Just a few more to go, and then you’re all packed.”
“Thanks, de la Cruz.” I wink, walking to him. “You’re a pretty all right guy sometimes . . .”
His hand slinks up my thigh before cupping my ass, and then he pulls me to the ground, into his lap.
“It’s going to be so weird living with you,” I say. “I’ve never lived with a guy before. Still haven’t told my parents. Not that they’re super conservative or anything, but this is all happening so fast.”
“Yeah, well, can we tell them after Christmas? I kind of don’t feel like introducing myself and then informing them that their daughter is sleeping in my bed on a nightly basis. One thing at a time.”
“I don’t understand why you’re so worried they won’t like you.” I press my palm flat on his chest. “They’re going to love you.”
“Don’t have the best track record with parents.” His lips purse at the sides. “They see some tatted-up, tall and dark football player with too much money and freedom and they tend to not want me to date their daughters.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I kiss him. I kiss my boyfriend. “Stop worrying. They’re going to love you. I promise. And Derek and Demi, too. You’ll get to meet everyone, and they’ll just love you.”
He kisses me back, his big hands circling my waist. “If you say so.”
“I know so.” I push off of him, rising slowly. “Come on. Let’s finish packing. I’ve been waiting months for this day.”