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“What do you think?”
He skimmed his fingers along the bottom curve of one perfect ass cheek, his fingertips dipping beneath the fabric. “I think I just discovered I have a thing for bunnies.”
DELILAH SHOULD FEEL shameful for wagging her ass in front of Lane’s face but she was having too much fun to worry about it. Plus, she was enjoying the appreciative way he kept touching her, his fingers sneaking beneath her panties and touching her bare skin. The way he’d trace the outline of the bunny, his finger pressing on the fabric so she could really feel him.
And he felt really good.
“So this is my surprise.”
“Yes. It is. Do you like?”
“I think it’s adorably sexy.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” She looked down, her face awfully close to his boxer brief?covered erection, and she leaned in, dropping a kiss on his cock. He groaned, making her smile.
“It’s a good thing. Fuck, such a good thing.” He tugged on her panties, his hands diving right in, fingers sliding forward, between her legs. She jolted against his touch, sucking in a breath when he pushed two fingers inside her wet center. “Damn, woman.”
She closed her eyes and rode his fingers, shameless in her movements, reveling in the way he made her feel. He pushed her panties to the side, exposing her, and she couldn’t bother to care at how close or how much he could see. And he could see everything. She’d always believed her butt was her best feature—though it looked like Lane preferred her legs—so she worked her hips and pushed her backside closer to his face, making him chuckle.
“You like this?” he asked as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
“Mmm-hmm.” Oh, God. He hit a particular spot deep inside that felt far too good. Way too good. It was early. She’d only just climbed on top of him and she’d fully planned on giving him a blowjob to end all blowjobs, but he’d taken charge as usual and now here she was, working herself on his fingers, practically bouncing, drawing closer and closer to that magical, sparkly orgasm that hovered just on the other side of that delicious edge.
It was when he lifted his head and put his mouth on her that she exploded. A surprised cry escaped her as she came all over his face, her body trembling as he gripped her hip with one big hand and held he
r in place. He licked her quivering flesh until her orgasm subsided and she was afraid she’d melt away into nothing. Her chest felt tight and she could hardly catch her breath but oh my God, that orgasm was freaking fantastic.
“I take it you like bunnies now too, right?” he asked, his voice deep and so full of male satisfaction from making her come that she almost wanted to laugh.
She glanced over her shoulder, breathless at the sight of him. “I love bunnies,” she said solemnly.
“Me too.” He slid his fingers between her legs again, making her bite her lower lip, and then he was shoving her away from him, his expression growing dark. “Grab a condom out of the bedside table. Hurry.”
“Why do I need to hurry?” She scrambled off him and crawled over to the bedside table, pulling open the drawer and reaching for the box of condoms he kept inside. She pulled one out and he snatched it from her fingers before she could hand it to him. Baffled, she shut the drawer and turned to find he’d already shed his boxer briefs and was rolling the condom over his very thick, very aggressive-looking cock.
“Because I need to be inside you. Come here. Ride me.” He pulled her on top of him, his cock pressed at her entrance as his hands shoved at the hem of her camisole, and she tore it off, tossing it on the floor. She reached between them, guiding his cock, and rose up on her knees, sending him deep inside her.
He kept his gaze on her as his hands slid up to cup her breasts and play with her nipples. She tossed her head back, closing her eyes as she rode him, her movements awkward at first as she tried to find her rhythm, but once they hit that sweet spot, she moved in earnest. Loving how deep he went, she rocked against him, gasping when his hands fell to her hips and gripped her tight.
“I’m gonna fuck you fast,” he muttered as he started to move, lifting his hips and pulling her down on his cock, the sensation sending another one of those orgasmic jolts through her. “Christ, Dee, I have no control when it comes to you.”
She bounced up and down, loving that she was the reason he lost all control. She wanted that, cherished that. He was always so rigid, so calm, but when he was with her, he let go. He felt. He wanted. He needed.
Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes and she mentally fought them off. Now was not the time for tears. He was fucking her brains out. This wasn’t an emotional love-filled moment. It was raw and possessive and beautiful and real. She fell over him, her mouth finding his, their tongues twisting, teeth clashing, a growl escaping as he gripped her tightly. They moved together as if they were made for each other and when he tore his mouth from hers, a ragged groan falling from his lips as he went still for that one long second just before the orgasm swept over him, she clutched at his hair, staring at him, her mind filled with just one thought:
This man? He belonged to her.
Chapter Sixteen
A WEEK.
Delilah hadn’t seen or heard or even received smoke signals in the sky from his stubborn ass for an entire week. Nothing. Nada. She’d talked to his sister. She’d talked to his brothers. Hell, she’d talked to his mother when she stopped by the dance studio after picking up a gallon of milk from Hillside Market one late afternoon. Angela had glided in with a smile on her face and a crushing hug just for her. Delilah had figured she was there to see Wren, who’d already gone home, but Angela only laughed and shook her head.
“Oh, no dear, I came to see you. I wanted to invite you to dinner at my house next week. All the children are coming. West is bringing Harper. And I’d hoped Lane would bring you.” She beamed, looking terribly pleased with herself. “Say yes. I’d love to have you as part of the family.”
That had been three days ago. Of course, she’d said she’d be there, though she hadn’t mentioned to Angela that Lane, the jackass, hadn’t invited her. Hadn’t even mentioned the dinner.
His behavior left her terribly confused. And mad as hell.
