Opposites Attract (The Locklaine Boys Book 2) (18 page)

“You’re Delilah, right?”

My mouth fell open in shock. “How did you…?”

His grin got even bigger as he answered, “He said you were cute and a little quirky. Gotta say, he was right.”

“Who is it?” I heard Richard ask just as he appeared behind the strange man standing in front of me. “Oh, hey cutie!” he said with a bright smile the moment he laid eyes on me.”

Shit, he called me cutie. The impressive mad I’d been building on for the past three days quickly began to deteriorate as my brain screamed,
Abort! Abort! You’re no match for his ninja hotness!
Sweet baby Jesus, why did he have to be so damned handsome?

“I’ll just leave you to it,” the nameless man who’d answered the door said as he moved past me and down the hall. “I’ve got to go get some stuff from storage anyway. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, cuz.” He called over his shoulder as he jabbed the down button to call the elevator. I watched in bewilderment as the doors opened and he stepped out of sight, sensing that there was some sort of inside joke at my expense that I wasn’t privy to.

When I turned back to look at Richard, I finally noticed he didn’t look at all surprised to see me. “Who was that?”

“My cousin. He just moved here from Boston and is staying with me for a while.” He stepped back, making room for me to enter as he asked, “You want to come in?”

“Uh… sure,” I answered, having momentarily forgotten my reason for showing up on his doorstep in the first place. As soon as the door closed behind me, I noticed the place was still pretty empty.

“You still don’t have any furniture,” I said, stating the obvious like a winner.

Richard’s voice rang through the barren space as he moved toward the kitchen. “Collin has all his stuff from his old place in storage. My brother and cousin are coming over this weekend to help us move it all in here. You want a glass of wine?” he asked, drawing my attention to where he stood at the bar separating the living room from the kitchen, a bottle of red wine in his hand.

“Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

“So what brings you by?” he asked as he pulled two glasses from a cabinet and began working the cork from the bottle.

That was when I remembered why I was there in the first place. “Why haven’t you replied to any of my text messages?” I demanded, my hands propped on my hips.

Was that a smirk I saw curling the corners of his mouth?

“What do you mean?” he asked, far too casually.

“I’ve texted you three days in a row to thank you for the presents you’ve sent. You haven’t replied to a single one.” I felt my indignation slowly bubble up once again, just when I needed it. “That’s rude.”

He placed the wine bottle down on the granite countertop and rested his palms on either side of it, leaning his weight on his arms as he studied me. He hadn’t changed completely out of his work suit, still in a pair of black slacks and a white button down shirt, but it was still a very effective look for him. “I apologize for coming off rude,” he said in a low, even voice that made my insides quiver.

Trying to ignore the heat suddenly infusing my veins, I asked, “But not sorry for ignoring text messages?”

He looked thoughtful for a few seconds before finally replying. “Can’t say I’m sorry for that, no.”

I sputtered out a perplexed breath. “Well that’s… I can’t even… why the hell not?”

His grin died at the same time his eyes darkened. “Because it got you here.” He pushed off the counter and began making his way around the bar into the living room. His gait could only be described as a prowl, his face downright predatory.

“W-what are you doing?” I stuttered as I took two steps back. My brain screamed at me to run away while my body pleaded to lunge at him and wrap my arms and legs around his muscular frame.

“Do you have any fucking clue how hard it is going to bed every night, knowing you’re right on the other side of that goddamned wall, but I can’t touch you?” he asked, his voice a growl as he grew closer.

Dampness flooded my panties as my heart banged against my ribs. I wanted him, but he wasn’t good for me… was he? “I…”

“You gave me another taste of you the other night and pulled it away…
again
,” he accused, now standing so close I could feel his breath on my skin, smell the spiciness of his cologne, feel the heat radiating off his body. It was sensory overload at its very best.

I gasped when his head came down, his mouth on my neck as he whispered against my skin, “Now
that
was rude.”

“R-Richard,” I breathed, my head losing the battle against my body. “W-we’re friends. We agreed.”

“
Fuck
friends,” he bit out harshly. “I don’t want to be your goddamned friend.”

And before I could so much as say another word, his mouth was on mine, swallowing up any weak protest that might have slipped past. Hot, wet, dominating, he kissed me like he wanted to eat me alive, like I was his last meal and he intended to devour every morsel.

By the time he pulled back, I was completely breathless, a trembling mess as he held my body flush against his. The erection straining behind his fly poked into my belly, and I wanted nothing more in that very moment than to feel it inside me again.

“Last chance,” he panted against my kiss-swollen lips. “If you don’t want me to strip you bare and fuck you right now, you need to turn around and leave.” My glazed-over vision cleared just enough to see the seriousness in his darkened eyes. “But I’m warning you now, if you stay, I’m not letting you out of that bed until I’m goddamned good and ready.”

There was nothing else I could do, nothing I could say. So I did the only thing that made any sense just then. Standing on my tiptoes, I pushed my fingers into his hair, using it as the leverage I needed to slam his mouth back down on mine.

I DIDN’T HESITATE. THE
instant her lips touched mine, I was gone. My hands gripped the backs of her thighs and I lifted her right off the ground, giving her no other option than to wrap those luscious legs around my waist and hold on as I carried her down the hall to my bedroom.

With the door kicked shut, ensuring privacy just in case Collin came back early, I toed my shoes off, still holding her tight as I kissed a path from her jaw to her neck, biting down lightly on that tendon that always drove her crazy.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered as soon as my teeth clamped down. Her hips began to circle as she rubbed her clit against my cock, trying to find release through our clothes. I couldn’t have that. I’d craved her for too long, obsessed over her. I couldn’t allow her to get off until I was buried deeper inside her than any man ever had been.

“Not yet, cutie,” I whispered right before tossing her onto the bed. She bounced and gave me a surprised look, her light brown eyes nearly black with hunger as she watched my fingers work the buttons of my shirt. “Take off your dress,” I commanded, needing desperately to see all those mouthwatering curves of hers.

As I slipped my shirt off my shoulders, baring my chest to her, getting off on the way her gaze ate the sight up, she climbed to her knees on the mattress, pulling off her flats and tossing them over the side and onto the floor. Her hands shook just slightly as she reached for the hem of her skirt, just above her knees. My eyes trained on her tits, straining against the material as she pulled in a deep breath and began to lift the dress, slow, so torturously slow, until it finally passed her head.

“
Fuck.
” I hissed as I took her in. Pale, milky skin tinged pink as she blushed. Ample tits encased in a sweet, baby blue lace bra. But it was the matching panties, one of those goddamned boy shorts I’d spotted in her laundry, that had my dick nearly bursting through my pants.

“Ah, ah,” I
tsked
when she attempted to reach up to cover herself. “No hiding from me, baby. I want to see you. By the time the sun comes up, I’m going to have had my mouth on every beautiful fucking inch of you, so don’t bother getting shy on me now.”

Delilah’s eyes went half-mast as she watched me undo my belt buckle, not bothering to pull it from the loops before undoing the button and fly and sliding them down until they pooled on the bedroom floor. Left in nothing but my boxer briefs, I climbed up the foot of the bed until I met her in the middle. Reaching up, I slid her glasses off her face and leaned to the side, sliding my nightstand drawer open and tossing them inside.

“But… I can’t see without those.”

“You don’t need to see,” I said between kisses along the soft skin of her shoulder, my fingers slipping into her silky hair to release it from the bun she kept it in. “Besides,” I pulled her earlobe between my teeth and nipped, drawing out another gasp, “if you can’t see, you can’t escape. I’ll give them back to you tomorrow.”

“Richard—” she started to argue, but I was done listening. I kissed her again, snaking my tongue into her mouth until she finally relented and met me stroke for stroke. I pushed forward, lowering her onto the bed so I could have access to every part of her. The little noises Delilah made as I kissed my way down her body drove me fucking crazy, but I’d wanted this for too long. I’d meant it when I said I was going to have my mouth on every inch of her. Starting with my favorite part.

“What-what are you doing?” Her breath hitched as I dragged the tip of my nose between her breasts, stopping to pay attention to each one before continuing my path down. The muscles in her belly trembled as I ran my tongue along her skin.

“Tasting you,” I answered, looking up at her with a wicked grin. Grabbing hold behind her knees, I threw her legs over my shoulders and kissed her lace covered mound so there would be no confusion as to what I was about to do.

The light blue material right between her legs was damp with her arousal, and the sweet smell of honeysuckle combined with something all her caused a growl to reverberate up my chest as I buried my face between her thighs.

“Oh!” Her back bowed off the bed as I licked her through the scrap of cloth. Just that hint of her taste on my tongue made me completely ravenous. Pushing the lace aside with my fingers, I drove my tongue inside of her, lapping everything up as she writhed and moaned, her hips all but fucking my face as I fucked her with my tongue.

Jesus Christ
, how could I have ever forgotten how fucking perfect she tasted? I could get high off her taste alone. With one hand, I pressed down on her belly, forcing her still as I slipped the fingers of my free hand into her tight pussy and sucked her clit between my lips.

“Oh, God.
Oh, God
! Richard!” Delilah clawed at the comforter, tugged hard on my hair, as her walls clamped down on my fingers. “Close. So close,” she panted. I lifted my eyes to see her head thrown back in complete ecstasy as I ate her, taking her to the very brink. “Don’t stop. God,
please
. Don’t stop.”

I had her exactly where I wanted her. She was one thrust of my fingers, one flick of my tongue, away from coming in my mouth. But that wasn’t what I wanted.

“Richard! No!” Delilah shouted, eyes wide as I lifted my mouth away and removed my hand. “No, no, no! Don’t stop! Please.”

“You come on my cock,” I growled. “I’ll let you come on my tongue later, but right now, I want your pussy squeezing the shit out of my dick.”

Her breath skipped at my words, leaving her speechless as I reached for the nightstand drawer, the same one I’d hidden her glasses in, and pulled out a condom. Tossing it on the mattress next to her, I gripped the sides of her underwear and yanked them down her legs, throwing them over my shoulder as I moved to strip her of her bra. Just as I got it off, revealing those dusky pink nipples that begged for my mouth, the little minx surprised the hell out of me by reaching past the elastic band of my boxer briefs and gripping my cock in a tight fist.

“
Uhn
,” I grunted, thrusting against her hand.

“I need it, Richard,” she whispered, pumping her fist. “I need you.”

That was all I needed to hear. “Take it out,” I demanded, grabbing the condom from the bed and ripping it open with my teeth. My underwear slid over my ass, down my legs until I could kick them off, leaving us skin to skin as I slid the condom over my aching erection.