Present
When Delilah asks me to take her home, it’s music to my ears. She’s peering up at me with those big blue eyes wearing my jersey. She’s come back to my place more times than I can count over the past three years, but this is different, and we both know it.
Her golden hair is down in waves, drawing my fingers to it. I push a piece that’s fallen forward behind her ear. She wore her hair like this the other day, and I told her how much I liked it. “Did you wear your hair like this for me?” The question makes her blush and I fucking love that I can do that to her with a simple question. “Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love it. I can’t wait to have my hands in it later, but you don’t have to change a single thing about yourself for me. I want you whether your hair is piled on top of your head atBuns & Roses, styled to perfection like it was at the Gala a few weeks ago or long and loose just waiting for me to wrap it around my fist.”
That makes her swallow roughly as she steps closer, sinking her fingers into the curls at the base of my skull. “Cruz, please get me out of here.” I can see the pulse in her neck beating rapidly and when her hardened nipples brush against the ridges of my stomach through her jersey, I groan. She’s just as turned on as I knew she would be after the little game we played earlier.
Lacing my fingers through hers, I pull her toward the parking lot. Thankfully, I had the foresight to drive today. The walk to my apartment is short, but not nearly quick enough for how badly I want her.
I adjust my hardening cock before I push through the door, praying that the fans and photographers have left for the night. Luck is on my side. They have all cleared out, giving Delilah and me some privacy as we walk silently to my Bronco.
Keeping Delilah tucked against me, I lead her to the passenger side door. But instead of opening it, I back her up against it. A surprised look crosses her face just before I slant my mouth over hers. She opens up for me like she needs this kiss as much as I do. Her fingers twist in my hair when I sweep my tongue inside her mouth. Remembering that we are still in public and there’s a genuine possibility of being caught, I slow the kiss and bring my forehead to hers.
“I needed that before I have to keep my hands off you during the drive.”
“Thank god it’s a short one. I need more of that, and I’m not feeling very patient tonight, but I suppose that is your fault.”
“Oh yeah, were you a good girl for me? Did you keep your hands off my pussy when you showered?”
Delilah’s back arches off the door of my truck as she tugs on my neck. When her lips are right next to my ear, giving my lip a playful bite. “You’ll find out soon enough. Think you can drive or is this going to get in the way?” she asks, slipping her hand between us and cupping me through my pants.
I hiss through my teeth, loving her brazenness. “Let me be very clear Delilah, there’s nothing that’ll stop me from getting you back to my place tonight as long as that’s still what you want.”
“I’m not sure there’s anything I have ever wanted more.”
“That’s my needy girl. Now get in this car so I can get you home safe. Because make no mistake, when I get you there, I’m going to absolutely ruin you.”
I step back just enough for her to turn around so she’s facing away from me while I open the door. My hand drops to her waist, and I guide forward so we are sheltered from anyone walking past. I can’t deny us both one more for the road. My fingers tighten, digging into the soft flesh as I drop a searing kiss on her neck. When my lips suck on the delicate skin below her ears, she shivers and lets out a long whimper.
She was right. I’m just as greedy for her. Not afraid to give it right back, she presses her ass against me and I almost lose all sense, right here in the parking lot.
I lift her into the passenger seat, deciding we better get out of here before I bend her over the front seat of my truck and bury myself so deep inside her I get lost. Leaning in, I brush my lips across hers as I pull the seatbelt across her lap and tug to make sure it’s secure. Stepping back, I shut the door and practically sprint to my side, where I slide in and turn the key silently.
When I pull out of the parking lot, I look to my right to check for traffic and see Delilah staring at me. Her eyes, appraising, like she’s never seen me before. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours? You’re looking at me like you haven’t known me for years.” She bites her lip and I reach across the center console, swiping my thumb across her bottom lip, tugging it free from her teeth. “Not while I’m driving, Hermosa.”
“It’s different now. I see you in this entirely new light. Even though I’ve always been attracted to you, now I notice things I didn’t before.”
“Like what?” She looks away, turning toward the window before she looks back at me.
“Like the golden flecks in your eyes. I have always thought they were this beautiful shade of brown. This deep chocolaty shade that reminds me of the cinnamon in the center of my sticky buns, but when you lean your forehead against mine and the light hits them just right, I can see that there are lighter flecks of gold around your pupils.”
“What else?” Delilah rolls her eyes at me. She might think I’m teasing, using her words to stroke my ego. And they do, but hearing her talk about me this way does something to me. Delilah is just catching up to the feelings I have had for years. I check my blind spots, making sure that there are no cars around, and then reach for her hand, entwining our fingers and pulling it onto the console. “Tell me.”
Her face softens, and she continues, “The way your dimples are the deepest and most pronounced when you’re flirting. They’re always driving me crazy, but when you are laying on the charm with me, they stand out.”
“That’s because I’m never happier than when your attention is on me. It makes me feel like a king. When you look at me like you want me, I feel like I could do anything,” I admit quietly and Delilah squeezes my hand in response.
We ride in silence for another minute until I pull into the underground parking for my building. When I turn off the engine, I hear Delilah let out a shaky exhale. “Hey. Delilah, look at me.” Using my finger to lift her chin toward me, I tell her, “Nothing has to happen tonight.”
Her small hand wraps around my wrist and ghosts up my arm. “Cruz, trust me, that’s not it. This all just feels freaking surreal. You’ve been my person for years and I have been fighting these feelings for a while. This is happening—it almost feels like a dream.”
“Kind of like an out of body experience. Speaking of dreams, don’t think I forgot about that. Are you ready to tell me yet?”
“Mhmmm, I’ll tell you, but can we go inside first?”
“You wait right there,” I tell her as I unbuckle and then make my way around to her door. When I open her door, she’s waiting with her seatbelt off.
“This is extremely unnecessary. I can get out on my own.”
