Page 45 of 10 Things I Hate About Mistletoe

“Lila.” His voice was low, warning, and she stilled. “I’m going to release your hands, but I want you to keep them right where I put them. If you need to grab on to something, I’d say the seat cushion will allow you the most give.” Anthony’s thumb stroked the inside of her wrist, and she wondered if he could feel her pulse fluttering there. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

Delilah nodded.

“Mmm mmm, I wanna hear it. Are you going to be my very—” Anthony’s hand was back, one finger slipping inside her, and she sucked in a breath. “Very—” Another finger joined the first, curling up and sending a sizzle of joy lancing through her. “Good girl?” This last was a rumble in his chest as his thumb pressed into her folds and found her swollen clit, rubbing it in firm, fast strokes.

“God, yes, yes, I’ll be a good girl. I swear.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Anthony released her hands and Delilah swiftly untied her shoes and dropped them onto the floorboard of his truck with a loud thump, followed immediately by her socks and leggings, her cheeky panties tangled up somewhere inside.

Delilah heard a buzz but didn’t move, afraid Anthony wouldn’t follow through on what she hoped was about to happen. The spring of a lever got the best of her curiosity when the seat shifted beneath her, and she lifted her head to see he’d lowered the seat on the passenger side until it nearly lay flat. He kneeled in the expanse of the floorboard, and her body vibrated with anticipation of what was coming next.

“Alright, baby, we’ll change things up a bit. Come here.”

Delilah sat up, and he grabbed her, lifting her onto the passenger seat as he kneeled between her legs on the floorboard.

“Grab the headrest and slide as far up on the seat as possible.”

She did what he asked, aware of him kneeling in front of her, especially when he took his hands and slipped them between her legs, widening her. He took first one leg and then the other, resting them over his shoulders, and Delilah was dizzily aware of his hot breath on the short hair of her pussy.

“Enjoy the ride, beautiful,” he murmured seconds before his mouth fused over her, his tongue gliding between her pussy lips. She let out a strangled rasp as he found her clit and licked her rapidly, the tip of his tongue playing with her until she was writhing against his mouth.

Delilah couldn’t remember the last time any man had gone down on her, let alone brought her to the edge. Every time she thought she would come, he slowed down his rhythm, torturing her with his soft sweeps and gentle touches.

“Anthony, please, I need … more.”

“More what, baby? This?” He slid two fingers inside her again, curling until she shivered.

“Your mouth. I want your mouth back.”

“Fuck yes,” he said, spreading her lips and diving in. The whiskers on his face rubbed against her sensitive flesh, and she held on to the headrest hard, her hips bucking against his face. His mouth latched on to her clit, sucking it hard, and Delilah screamed with ecstasy, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Bone-liquifying heat rushed through her, turning her limbs to jelly, and she lost her grip on the headrest.

Anthony slid her legs off his shoulders, and her bare butt touched his chilly leather seats, and she yelped, “Cold!”

Anthony hovered over her, and even in the dark, she could see the self-satisfied grin spread across his face. His hands slid under her, cupping her cheeks. “Better?”

“Yes, but I can’t … move. Not yet, anyway,” Delilah laughed softly.

“I don’t want you to move. I want you to lie there so I can watch you.”

Delilah leaned forward and kissed him, and his fingers dug into the globes of her ass. Her lips traveled along his jawline and down his neck, whispering, “I know you said we wouldn’t go further than this, but if you want to come back to my place, I can at least return the favor.”

Anthony groaned and retook her mouth hard and fast. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers. “You have no idea how badly I want to say yes, but—”

Anthony’s phone rang and he swore. “Shit, I forgot about Pike.”

Delilah stiffened. “What about him?”

Anthony held a finger to his lips and answered the call. “Hey, I’ll be right there.”

Delilah could hear the loud thump of music and then Pike said, “alright, man, don’t leave me hanging. I’m a sad sack who needs his wingman.”

“See ya.” Anthony ended the call with a deep sigh. “I was supposed to take my groceries home and meet Pike at Brews and Chews, but I got distracted.”

A sick feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. “Did you know I’d told Pike I wasn’t interested?”

Anthony frowned. “Yes, but I didn’t know the details.”