Delilah rolls her eyes. “Since when did you start caring about rules?”
“Come over,” I ignore her question.
“Right now?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “It’s nice out. I’m feeling like a night swim. Don’t want to swim alone.”
She glances down. “I’m in pajamas.”
“Then change.”
“Not tonight.” She tucks her hair behind her ears. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed soon.”
I’m quite positive if that damn screen wasn’t in the way, if I could touch her face or run my fingers through her hair or kiss her lips, she’d be singing my tune in two seconds flat. All I have to do is touch Delilah and she’s mine. Just like that.
Shit. Maybe I am a sorcerer.
“Well, I’ll be swimming next door if you change your mind,” I say. “And I’m pretty sure you will change your mind because I’m casting a mind-changing spell on you right now.”
She laughs through her nose. “Mm, hm.”
“But you should know, if you do decide to swim with me, I only have one rule.”
“And what’s that?” she asks.
“No suits.” I say. “We’re a skinny-dipping-only establishment.”
Delilah makes a disgusted face, rolling her eyes and lifting her hands to the window to lower it.
“Goodnight, de la Cruz.” She slams the window and pulls the curtains.
She’ll be over in ten minutes.
I have a feeling.
Chapter 17
Delilah
The grass between my toes as I shuffle between Rue’s house and Zane’s tickles. I’m in nothing but a white string bikini, which now that I think about it, probably wasn’t the best thing to wear if I’m trying to go incognito, but I was trying to veer away from anything remotely schoolmarm black.
Unhinging the gate to Zane’s backyard, I hear the splash and trickle of water, and I spot him as he comes up for air as he swims laps.
I stand at one end, take a seat, and dip my legs into the pool.
A minute later, Zane comes up for air, gripping onto the ledge and dragging the water from his face with the palm of his enormous hand.
“Hey.” He smiles when his eyes focus on me. “I knew you’d come.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He can think he’s the reason all he wants, but he actually has Daphne to thank. Her words echoed in my head all night. Nothing amazing ever happens when you sit at home. She’s the reason I’m here right now.
Zane swims to me, his hands resting on my thighs, and I catch a glimpse of navy board shorts beneath the water.
“You’re wearing swim trunks,” I say.
He scoffs. “I wasn’t going to swim naked all by myself. That’s kind of creepy, don’t you think?”
“Everything about you is kind of creepy.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I mean, you throw pebbles at my window . . .”
“That’s not creepy. It’s sweet,” he defends himself.
“Depends on who you ask.”
“Get naked and get in here so I can have my way with you,” he orders.
“And if I don’t?”
He pulls me into the water, and I wrap my legs around his waist. My arms drape over his shoulders, and I feel myself smiling like some foolish idiot who’s decided to gamble her heart despite knowing better.
Zane’s fingers tug at the ties around my neck and back until my top falls into the water and floats away. Next he works at my bikini bottoms until I’m completely naked, embraced by his warm salt-water pool and the intensity of his body heat.
Reaching beneath the water’s surface, I yank his shorts off, my hand grazing across his hard cock.
“You don’t waste any time, do you?” I tease, gripping his hardness in my palm and pumping the length.
His lips crush mine, water lapping around us, and he pulls us both lower. I taste the salt on his skin and the mint on his tongue, and all I can think about is how amazing I’m going to feel the second he’s thrusting everything he has inside everything I have.
“Can anyone see us back here?” I whisper against his mouth.
“No, baby,” he says. “It’s private. It’s just us.”
He grips my hips, pulling me closer against him as I release my hold on his throbbing hardness. We’re touching under water, his cock pressing the outside of my sex like an unconventional definition of cock tease.
“I want you,” I whisper, fully owning the fact that once again, I’m completely powerless.
Zane de la Cruz takes me from good girl to bad in three point seven seconds, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the most exhilarating feeling I’ve ever known.