Filfthy(40)
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Her hands press flat on my chest. “Let me assure you that’s not why I’m here.”
My head cocks, eyes squinting. “All right then.”
“Rue wanted me to make sure you’re coming Tuesday night,” she says.
“Coming . . .?” I ask. “Or coming? Because one of them is completely and totally dependent on you.”
“Stop.” She pretends to be annoyed. “There’s a mandatory HOA meeting.”
“Oh.” I scoff. “I never go to those.”
“I’m well aware,” she says. “But this one is really, really important.”
“That’s what they say every fucking time, and you know what? I used to believe them. And I used to go. And then they’d sit there for four goddamned hours talking about hedge heights and light bulb requirements and noise ordinances and native trees on the no-plant list.” I exhale, lips pursed. “It’s a giant, colossal waste of time.”
“Yeah, well this time they’re voting for the new HOA president since Rue’s leaving in a few months,” she says. “And they need your vote.”
“Can I just show up and vote and leave?”
Delilah shrugs. “I’m not sure.”
“What do I get if I go?” I lift a brow, my mouth upturned at one side.
“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.