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Delilah chuckled. “It will do for now.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Delilah’s eyes fluttered open and met his as her hand pushed between them to wrap around him. He sucked in a breath as she pumped him slowly. “This is what I really want.”

Anthony bucked against her. “Oh, yeah?”

“Hmmm, all of it. First in my mouth and then inside me, as deep as you can go.”

“Fuck yes.”

Power surged through her as she pushed him off her and he was flat on his back, watching her with hooded eyes as she tied her hair in a knot on top of her head.

“Jesus, no one has ever looked at me like that before.”

“How am I looking at you?” she whispered.

“Like you’re a kid at Christmas and Santa brought you exactly what you wanted.”

“That’s incredibly accurate.” Delilah kissed his abs, making her way down to where his hard-on bobbed and flexed, the round head glistening. She kissed the tip and then swept her tongue along the underside, listening to his breathing hitch. Blow jobs weren’t her thing and she had never thought of herself as good at them, but with Anthony, she wanted to learn everything about him. The different textures of his dick, the salty taste of him as she sucked him down her throat. That breathy sound he made when she circled his tip rapidly. Delilah didn’t just want to do it because he’d done it for her. Everything with Anthony had been unlike the intimacy with anyone else and she wanted to know if it was the same for this.

His cock flexed against her tongue and his hips jerked.

“Lila, shit, baby, if you keep that up I’m going to come.”

Delilah bore down on him, intensifying her ministrations. His fingers slipped into her messy bun and tightened, thrusting against her mouth until he stiffened and she swallowed down the warm evidence of his orgasm.

Delilah released him after one last brush of her tongue over him, smiling when he shivered. “That was fun.”

Anthony chuckled, taking her by the arms and dragging her up his body until she was snuggled against his side. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Didn’t you?”

“I fucking loved it. I’m pretty sure that counts as breaking my celibacy, though.”

“Hmmm, do you regret it?”

Anthony pressed a kiss against her forehead. “No. I haven’t regretted a single moment with you.”

Delilah’s heart raced, scared that he only felt that way because they were away from all the stress and complications in Mistletoe, but once they returned, his guilt about Pike would overwhelm him.

“I guess I should go back to the guest bedroom,” Delilah said.

“Not yet. I’ll set an alarm. What time do your parents wake up?”

“Six?”

He grabbed his phone and tapped the screen for a few moments before he returned it to the side table. “There.” Anthony grabbed the blankets and sheet and pulled the covers over both of them. “I’m not ready to let you go.”

Delilah closed her eyes, listening as Anthony’s breathing deepened, a disturbing thought lingering at the back of her mind.

What happened when Anthony was ready? How could she protect her heart from him when she was afraid it was already too late for that?

Chapter Eighteen

Is it weird that I wish we weren’t heading back today?”

Anthony glanced over at Delilah from the driver’s seat, his hand clasped between both of hers in the center of her lap. She wore a blue sweater dress that perfectly matched her eyes over leggings, her dark hair braided over her shoulder. He understood what she meant; they’d been in this little bubble of bliss far away from the complications that waited for them back in Mistletoe, and now they were headed back to reality. Anthony had spent the weekend going over his speech for Pike and every scenario ended with his best friend either punching him out or calling him everything under the sun.