Page 63 of 10 Things I Hate About Mistletoe

“As you wish,” Delilah said. “I’ll show you to the basement. Unless you changed your mind?”

Anthony chuckled as he climbed to his feet. “I don’t think your dad was thrilled with the thought of us sharing a bed.”

Delilah pushed in her chair with a huff and led the way out of the kitchen and through the living room to a carpeted staircase. “The guest room is the first door on the right, if you change your mind.”

“Duly noted.”

Delilah sighed and descended the stairs in front of him, opening up the door at the bottom. Delilah flipped on the light and pointed to the left. “Bathroom is over there.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll grab the sheets and help you make up the bed.”

“I appreciate that. I think I’ll take a shower after. I don’t like crawling into bed dirty.”

She took out a sheet set and a couple of blankets from the linen closet, trying not to think about Anthony naked and wet. Ever since last night she’d had a hard time not imagining him in some form of undress, but not only had he vowed not to have sex, he’d also promised her dad he wouldn’t even touch her!

Anthony had the bed pulled out by the time she returned and they stood on either side of it, tucking in the sheets and spreading out the blankets. When they finished, Delilah hesitated. They’d had the chance to share a bed and he was choosing to honor his vow instead?

Celibacy was for the birds.

“Well, good night.” She took a step toward the exit and Anthony caught her at the door.

“Were you really going to leave me without a proper good night?”

“What would that be?”

Anthony lifted her off the floor and pinned her to the wall. “A kiss, at least.”

His mouth covered hers and Delilah’s arms and legs circled his shoulders and hips, returning his kiss enthusiastically. Her hands tangled in the short strands of his hair as his body plastered against her, pressing her into the wall. Delilah rolled her hips, rubbing her center against the hard bulge in the front of his pants.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming out hard and fast. His hands gripped her waist as he lowered her to the ground, kissing the top of her head.

“Night, beautiful.”

Delilah’s eyes narrowed as he pushed away from her and picked up his bag, disappearing into the bathroom with a click of the door.

Frustration coursed through her and she bit her lip, a plan formulating as she climbed the stairs. While she understood Anthony’s reasons for taking his vow, Delilah had set out to attract a sex-god and she wanted Anthony, all of him. She’d do whatever it took to win him, but first, she wanted to make him as crazy as he was making her.

By the time she was done with him this weekend, Anthony’s iron control was going to snap.

Chapter Seventeen

Not even a cold shower helped the raging hard-on that had popped up at the thought of sleeping next to Delilah. Why the hell had Anthony told her parents he would be respectful? All he wanted to do was climb those stairs and join her in the guest room, stripping her down to skin.

Anthony returned to the large basement room in his pajama pants and a T-shirt. Even though he slept naked at home, he took an overnight bag that included a change of clothes, toiletries, and pajamas everywhere he went in case he ever got stuck somewhere. Delilah wasn’t wrong when she’d called him a Boy Scout. He liked to be prepared.

Although, nothing had prepared Anthony for walking into the basement bedroom and seeing Delilah leaning over his bed in a pair of indecently skimpy plaid shorts, her lush cheeks hanging out the bottom.

“What are you doing to my bed?”

Delilah straightened and turned. Anthony sucked in a breath when he saw the deep V of her shirt, her tits threatening to spill out. Her gaze flicked his way, her eyebrow arched innocently.

“I was just giving you an extra blanket, in case you got chilly.”

Was she messing with him? She had to know those shorts were gloriously hot and enticing, daring him to sneak his hands around and slide them up the back of her thighs until his hands gripped the globes of her ass. Was she even wearing underwear?

Fuck, stop, think about anything else but what she’s got under there.