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  I don’t know myself right now. Who is this woman allowing herself to be charmed by a professional charmer?

  “Stop being so damn stubborn.” His voice is lower now, his gaze so intense I can’t look away. And maybe I don’t want to. “We can watch a movie. Maybe order pizza. Shit. I don’t know. What do you like to do?”

  My head tilts as I examine his face. “Why do you want to hang out with me?”

  “Look, I feel bad about earlier. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Sure as hell didn’t expect you to go running off like that.” He chuckles. Once. “I guess I thought a girl like you would be used to men coming onto her. Figured it happens quite a bit. I don’t think I’ve ever scared a woman off before.”

  “I wasn’t scared,” I say. And his flattery is working.

  Sort of.

  Damn him.

  “Okay, scared you off, pissed you off, whatever.” He lifts a hand.

  “Where I’m from, men don’t act like that. No man in Rixton Falls would ever flat out tell a woman he thinks she wants to fuck him.”

  “That’s in New York state, right?” he asks.

  I nod.

  “Then I beg to differ with you on that one. I know a lot of assholes from up north.”

  “They’re probably from the city. Upstate small towns are a bit less . . . progressive when it comes to that sort of thing.”

  “That explains a lot.” Zane lifts his thumb beneath his chin as he stares hard. “You’re a small town girl. I’m a city boy. We’re speaking two different languages here. Maybe that’s our problem.”

  I laugh. “I don’t think that’s our problem. At all. That’s cute though.”

  His nose scrunches. “Cute? God. Don’t ever call me that. Jesus, Delilah, I’m from Chicago. Grew up on the streets of the Southside. Men aren’t cute. You’re going to make me lose my street cred if you keep calling me that shit. I worked hard for that, too.”

  “Street cred? Yeah, I don’t think you need that in Laguna Palms. Your street cred is no good here.” I punch his arm lightly. “I go to school in Chicago, by the way.”

  “Rue told me.”

  Of course she did.

  Zane focuses on me, his smile fading. “Seems like every time we take a step forward we take five back.”

  I laugh. “Yeah.”

  “Why do you think that is, doc? Analyze that.”

  Lifting a finger, I can’t resist the urge to correct him. “I’ll be a licensed social worker, not a psychologist. Or a psychiatrist. Not a doctor.”

  Zane rolls his maple-honey eyes. “Who cares? Just answer the damn question. Why’s it so damn hard for us to get along for more than five minutes?”

  He’s so close I can smell his cologne. Sensual. Mossy. Intoxicating.

  It makes me think of the way his skin might taste, the way the warmth of his body would feel rubbing against me, what it would feel like to be pinned beneath him, tangled up in sheets, his fists in my hair.

  I shake my head, snapping out of it. “Because we have different agendas.”

  “Oh yeah? What’s mine?”

  “To fuck the girl next door.”

  “And yours?”

  “To not get fucked over by the boy next door.”

  Zane’s hand finds my waist, and he pulls me against him. My heart thrums so fast, I’m convinced it’s going to burst through my chest.

  “Would it be the worst thing to happen to you this summer?” His minty breath grazes my lips. “To let me take you to bed?”

  “Take me to bed? What, are you an aristocrat all of a sudden?”

  “Okay, fine. Would fucking me be the worst thing to happen to you this summer?”

  “Possibly.”

  “That’s too bad.” His head cocks to one side. “Because I think it’d be pretty fucking incredible.”

  My lips are parted, almost silently pleading for him to kiss me despite my stubborn resistance. Both of his hands grip my waist now, and my body is flush against his in the center of Great Aunt Rue’s foyer.

  “It’s a summer I’d remember as long as I lived. That’s for damn sure,” he adds.

  She would have a heart attack right now if she could see us standing here, his filthy paws in the early stages of heading into places they probably don’t belong.

  When we stand here like this, it makes me forget all the things I can’t stand about Zane. My logic is dizzied, signals and wires getting lost in the crosshairs of the hormonal frenzy happening within.

  I want him in me.

  On me.

  I want that animalistic exchange of sexual energy – the kind I’ve only ever read about in textbooks and seen in movies.

  Looking into his dark gaze, I feel all the things all at once. I want to be the center of his universe. I want to be the only thing he sees. I don’t want to share him. I’m literally sick with lust and endorphins, and my heart feels like it’s wrapped in lace and ruffles – all because this ridiculously handsome jock is putting the moves on me.

  What the hell is wrong with me?!

  I shake my head, trying to clear the fog so I can see straight.

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea . . .” I begin to say, “. . . for us to do it at Rue’s house.”

  Zane’s mouth curls into a victorious smile, and I accept the fact that I’ve sealed my fate. I’ve signed the permission slip. I’m doing this. I may or may not live to regret it, but I couldn’t take another moment of being caught in a tug of war between my body and my mind, because it was clear which one was going to win the battle.

  It was only a matter of time.

  I open my mouth to speak and find myself pressed up against a wall, his soft lips dancing with mine and his fingers threading up the nape of my neck.

  I’m weightless.

  Pure light.

  Alive.

  Standing here, I don’t recognize my thoughts or feelings. I’m someone else entirely.

  I touch him, really touch him, for the first time. His skin is cashmere-on-steel beneath my fingertips. Hard and soft, the muscles rippling beneath as he bends and scoops me up in his arms. He lifts me like I’m nothing, and it’s not until we’re this close that I fully appreciate Zane’s size.

  “You won’t regret this,” he whispers against the flesh of my neck as his lips trail to my collarbone.

  I hope he’s right.

  Chapter 8

  Zane

  We make a mad dash out Rue’s back door, over hedges, and through the gate to my backyard. I can barely get her inside without resisting the urge to rip her clothes off right here, right now.

  And I’d do it too. I’d fuck her senseless under the waterfall lanai if it weren’t for all the goddamn nosy neighbors and their binoculars for “bird watching.” We all know they don’t really bird watch.

  Luckily the sun has gone down and we’re shielded by a dusky glow that happens to paint Delilah’s skin in warm shades of pink and tangerine that mix with the flush of her soft cheeks.

  God, she’s so fucking beautiful.

  “Get in here.” I pull her toward me as soon as we’re inside, my fingers tugging at her shirt and flicking the clasps of her bra next. Her hands are at my waist, unsnapping and unzipping at a feverish pace.

  When our clothes are in rumpled heaps at our feet, I place my hand on the small of her back and bring her in, my free hand sliding between her thighs where she’s already wet for me. I slide a finger inside her tight pussy, followed by another, and her hips buck in response.

  Lowering myself, I take a taut nipple in my mouth, circling her pointed buds with my tongue as my fingers slide in and out.

  “Mmm,” she moans.

  My cock throbs, growing, expanding as her scent fills my lungs. I want to taste that sweet, musky scent on my tongue. Moving to my knees, I cup her perfect ass in my palms and force her to widen her stance.

  Her pussy accepts my tongue, and her fingers thread through my hair. Her moans grow louder, faster, and her wetness covers my to
ngue as I swirl her clit and drag my tongue up and down the length of her seam.

  Her legs quiver after several minutes, and I know she’s getting close, but I’ll be damned if I worked this hard and got this far without the pleasure of watching her face as she comes all over my cock.

  “Come on,” I say, rising and taking her hand. Without thinking, I lead her to my bedroom.

  But it’s too late to turn back.

  All the other girls I’ve fucked since Mirabelle have only seen the inside of my guestroom – never my master. It never felt right.

  Then again, Delilah’s nothing like all those other girls.

  Bringing her to the center of my bed, she lies down, and I occupy the space between her spread thighs, plunging two fingers between her swollen folds then making her taste what I’ve done to her. Her tongue glides across my fingers before I pull them out, and she licks her lips slowly as they inch into a smile. Who knew Delilah “Stick-In-Her-Ass” Rosewood had a kinky side?

  Oh, wait. That’s right. I did.

  “Taste how fucking sweet you are,” I say. “I could devour you all night.”

  She lifts a long leg to my shoulder, tucking a smile against her shoulder.

  “Be right back,” I say, climbing off the bed.

  “You’re gentler with me than I thought you’d be,” she muses when I come back from the guest room, condom in hand. “I kind of expected you to go buck wild on me.”

  I stop, giving an amused chuckle. “Do you want me to?”

  “I was kind of looking forward to it . . .”

  “And I was looking forward to taking my sweet ass time with you,” I say.

  “Well, de la Cruz, our agendas clash once again. Who’s going to walk away a winner this round?”

  The corner of my mouth pulls, and I take a step toward the edge of the bed. “You know I never lose, right?”

  “Normally I’m all about compromise. It’s a healthy solution to most of life’s complications.” She sits up, resting on her elbows, legs crossed at the knees now as if she’s suddenly closed for business. Her eyes say otherwise.

  Tease.

  She reaches for me, tracing her fingers along the tattoos that wrap my upper body before pulling me towards her, I lower myself to my knees, resting on the edge of the bed as her hands grip my ass in a tight hold.

  “You’re supposedly this rough-and-tumble football player. I expected sex with you to be at least a tiny bit animalistic.”

  “Is that really what you want, Delilah?” All she has to do is say the word, and I’ll deliver. But once I start, there’ll be no stopping. Not with her. I’ll be incapable of controlling myself the second her sweet pussy is wrapped tightly around my cock.

  Her eyes fall to my hand, and I pump myself vigorously as I watch her lips form the sexiest smirk. Normally I’m not this easily beaten, but the way she’s watching me right now gets me so fucking hot I can’t think straight.

  “God, you looking at me like that, it drives me crazy.” My voice is a low moan, coming from a place inside I never knew existed. I want this woman. I have to have her. Now. “Get on your hands and knees, Delilah. Tonight we play by my rules. Tonight there’s no stopping. You want filthy sex? You can start by being my filthy little whore.”

  Her eyes smile, and she rolls her body to her stomach, pressing up on her hands and knees. She’s a good girl, and I didn’t want to have to fuck her like this, but if this is what she wants, this is what she’s getting.

  If she looks at me that way again, I’ll fucking melt. I’m putty enough in her hands as it is, but she’ll never know that.

  Gripping her peach-shaped ass, I prop her hips up, angling them until they’re lined with mine, and then I give her a hard smack.

  “Oh!” she calls out.

  I reach for her neck, cupping it with my hand and twisting her face to the side so I can see it. She’s smiling, licking her lips, and her breathing is growing louder by the second.

  “Spread those thighs, Delilah, and wait like the good girl you are.”

  She nods in silence, widening her stance as I flick the foil packet between my fingers and lift it to my mouth. Tearing it open between my teeth, I pull it out and sheath myself. Dipping my fingers down her slick mound, they glide inside her with the aid of her wetness.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” I whisper. “You want me, baby?”

  “Mm, hm.” She’s panting now. Her ass wiggles slightly, a silent plea.

  “You want to be my dirty little fuck doll?”

  She nods.

  “I knew from the moment I saw you, there was more to you than an uptight priss who only plays by the rules.” I grip my cock, positioning it at her entrance while moving my hand from her wet pussy to the curve above her hips. “And I knew from the moment I saw you, I had to have you, Delilah.”

  With one hard thrust, I plunge myself deep inside her, and the whimper that leaves her lips when I’m all the way in just about sends me over the edge.

  But I fight it, smacking my hips into hers, focusing on the slap of our flesh as I fuck her under the cover of night in the bed I haven’t shared with another woman in years.

  With both hands on her ass, I guide her back, harder and harder, meeting my thrusts and making damn sure she’s taking in every inch of me.

  “Please don’t stop, Zane . . .” she calls out, her voice a strained whisper cloaked in desperation.

  “I won’t, baby.”

  Her pussy is clenched around me, her face buried in my pillow and crumpled sheets between her delicate fingers.

  “I’m getting close already,” she whines several minutes later.

  I stop mid-thrust and reach for her hair, gathering the mess of darkness into my hand and pulling her face closer to mine.

  Whispering in her ear, I say, “You’re not to come until I say you can, Delilah. Do you understand? You’ll know when I’m done with this hot little body of yours.”

  I release her hair, my fingertips trailing down the front of her neck, and she swallows before nodding.

  “I’m going to fuck you as long and hard as I want,” I say. “Tonight you’re mine.”

  “Mmm,” she moans, and I let her face fall back to the pillow.

  Leaning over her, I cup her breasts, her hard nipples dragging along my palms as I continue fucking her.

  “Nobody’s ever taken me like this before,” she whispers, her words muffled by the pillow. She turns to the side to say more, but I silence her.

  I slide off her slick pussy and guide her to the side, lying down in the middle of the bed before pulling her on top of me.

  “Ride my cock, Delilah.” I grip her wrists as she straddles me, her cheeks glowing warm even in the dark.

  “I . . . I’ve never been on top before.” She smiles an embarrassed smile, mostly hidden by a mess of hair as she lowers herself onto me.

  “Stop making excuses, Delilah. Do what you came here to do,” I command, lifting my hand to her neck. My thumb presses just beneath her chin. “You wanted to fuck me. You wanted filthy sex. Now be a good girl and do what you’re told.”

  Her pussy envelopes me, warm and wet, and the scent of her arousal fills my lungs, making me harder than ever.

  “I want to watch those beautiful fucking tits bounce,” I say, cupping her ass. “Rock back and forth, Delilah. Do what feels good. Let your body lead.”

  She nods, reluctantly, like my stare makes her uncomfortable. But I don’t care. She’s beautiful like this. All vulnerable and exposed. Her safe little rules thrown to the wayside.

  “Pleasure yourself with me. I want to watch your face as you come all over me. Come on, I know you can do it.”

  Her teeth drag along her lower lip as she braces herself, hands on my chest. Her hips rock, and I take a fistful of her flesh. Once she’s balanced, her hands lift to her breasts, squeezing them as she bounces, her knees straddling my sides for support.

  She tosses her head back, letting her hair trickle down her back and should
ers, as she moans louder and louder.

  “Touch yourself.” I reach for her hand, bringing her fingers to her swollen clit. “Show me that dirty girl.”

  Delilah’s fingers tug and toy, building friction along her slit as she bounces on my cock. I sit up, taking a breast between my lips and dragging my teeth along her sensitive bud before running my hands up and down her sides and stopping at her hips.

  Gripping her ass, I meet her bounces thrust for thrust, feeling the buildup at the base of my cock and knowing I can’t fight it off much longer.

  Pressing my lips into the soft flesh of her neck, I work my way up until I reach her ear. Her warm breath panting in my ear mixes with her sweet scent lingering in the air.

  “Come on my cock, baby,” I command.

  She buries her face in my neck, whimpering, her hips gyrating faster and harder than ever before. Her nails claw at my back as her breath suspends, and my cock explodes in the midst of whatever the fuck kind of magic just happened.

  Just like that, it’s over.

  And just like that, I could go again and again and again with this woman. All night long.

  She collapses in my lap, and I’m still buried deep inside her.

  “Holy shit.” Her warm breath hits my shoulder, sending a splay of goose bumps down my flesh. “No one’s ever done that to me before.”

  She lifts her head, her gaze finding mine in the dark.

  “I’ve never been that turned on before.” She grins wide, her hands brushing hair from her face. “I’ve never come during sex before either. And all those filthy things you said to me, Zane . . . normally, I’d want to slap you for them, but they only made me hot for you.”

  I lean back, pulling her on top of me. She slides down my side, curling up in my arm. I’m not much for cuddling, but I love the way our skin sticks together in the aftermath of what just happened.

  Delilah rolls to her back, her breasts still pert and swollen and her hand resting on her stomach as it rises and falls with each breath.

  And then she laughs.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “This,” she says, turning to me.

  “It’s funny to you?”