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The drive is tense.Silent. Saturated by unrelenting sexual tension so thick, I can barely breathe around it. When we pull to a stop in a free space about a half-block down from my building, I’m unbuckled and reaching for the handle before the truckisoff.
“Delilah.”
One word, full of so muchmeaning.
It stops me in my tracks with a shiver. I glance over my shoulder at him, a goodbye poised on mytongue…
It nevercomesout.
I’m not sure why it happens, or how, but something inside me simply snaps. Gives way, like a levee washing out beneath a flood. Maybe it’s because, when I first met him, I thought the attraction I felt was just about getting him into bed, screwing him out of my system with sheer forceofwill.
But now that I know him… now that I’ve seen past the hard exterior to the man beneath, the fighter who infuriates me one minute and instills me with passion the next… who constantly challenges me, yet also thrills me in a way no man has ever really done before… who sends me reeling half the time, but knows exactly how to ground me again when I’m spiraling out ofcontrol…
I can’t hold it inanymore.
Can’t stop myself.Won’tstopmyself.
To hell with theconsequences.
Much as I’d like to tell you I suffered some kind of mental break, I think my true motivations were less psychologicalandmore…
Physical.
Unlatching my belt, I’m out of my seat and over the console in a flash. My legs straddle his lap, sending my skirt up around my waist, and then my mouth is on his. Which is crazy, since a half hour ago I was ready to killtheman.
It just so happens that the only time I activelydon’twant to murder him is when my mouth is pressedtohis.
In the past, he’s always been the initiator. I feel a rush as I turn the tables on him, as I see the flash of surprise in his eyes the second before we collide. He groans as I grind down against him, his mouth hard and hot as it moves under mine. His arms slide around me instantly, so tight I soon find myself plastered against his chest, and I gasp against his lips as I feel how hard he is already. I’m ravenous, needy, damn near desperate totouchhim.
If I’m honest with myself, I’ve been like this all day — all raw nerves and untapped passion, chafing in my clothes. Itching to be back in his arms. Last night, his lips sparked a need inside me that hasn’t been fulfilled, and it’s been gnawing at me with unrelenting teeth eversince.
My hands grip his face, tracing stubble and sharp cheekbones. I angle my head to deepen the kiss, loving the way his lips feel on mine. Giving and demanding, soft and hard, all at the same time. When I duck my head to kiss his neck, he lets out a growl that rattles his wholechest.
“Delilah.” His hands find my chin and he angles my face up to his. I see the strain in his eyes and know it’s taking monumental effort for him to push me away. “Go get the damn dog. I need to fuck you and I’m not doing it in mytruck.”
My mouth goes so dry at his blunt admission, I can’tspeak.
“You still withme,babe?”
I give a nod, eyes still locked on hismouth.
“Christ,” he mutters darkly, reaching around me to push open the driver’s side door. “Go, before I change my mind about the truck. The windows are tinted, but the things I’m planning on doing to you require a bit morespace.”
I make a pathetic sound, half-moan-half-sigh, and clamber off his lap, down onto the street, straightening my dress and smoothing my hair as soon as I’m upright. He smirks at me, a dirty look inhiseyes.
I’ve got you now, his gaze tauntscockily.
“Right, so, have a pleasant night, then!” I say, just to screw with him. “See you at thewedding!”
His glowering eyes move from the massive erection he’s sporting over to me, a lethal look in theirdepths.
“Are you fuckingkidding?”
Darting up onto my tiptoes, so my face is an inch from his, I breathe, “Why yes, I am, actually,” against his lips, depositing a playful peck on them before lowering myself back down totheroad.
“Careful, Delilah. You play with fire, you’re gonna getburned.”