Page 30 of Frank's Felon
“Hopefully. But if losing it to talk to you was the price, then it was worth it.” He sat down next to her.
“I’ll buy you another,” she said. Then she looked at him closely, as if to gage his reaction. “That was a lie. I don’t have any money of my own. I’m not proud of it, but I steal to get by.”
He didn’t like that she didn’t have a choice as a lone wolf. Or that she hadn’t had a choice as a kid, but she’d told him about it, willingly, without any hesitation even. Progress. That momentary joy of knowing she was opening up to him brought more worry though. If she continued to steal for a living, sooner or later, someone would catch her and throw her in jail. That was no life for a shifter, especially a woman who’d be at the mercy of guards in a prison that offered nowhere to run, to escape.
Frank took a deep breath and gathered his waning courage. “You could stay here. Not have to rely on stealing anymore.”
She smiled, a sweet smile, but it didn’t fool him. She had no intention of staying. “Does your pack have need of a thief?”
“Actually, yes.”
She lifted a brow.
“Blade, our scout, is an expert at infiltrating the enemy.”
“You talk as if you’re at war.” She looked away for a minute, her face growing tight again. “I guess we all are. The WSSO killed my dad. My pack. I thought they’d killed Tess. She told me what they did to her. It was worse than I had imagined. . . but she’s still alive. I’m glad your pack found her. She’s thriving here, and that’s what matters now.”
Delilah relaxed with that last thought and leaned back on her elbows on the grass, her hair swaying behind her. The way the sun bounced off her hair set off the color. Striking.
She was breathtaking, his female, all the more when she tilted her face back to let the sun warm her. The cream-colored blouse she wore was too sheer for the cool mountain air. Taut nipples pushed upward, and Frank couldn’t take his eyes off of them as he stood over her.
Her eyes opened slowly and traveled down his body. Already his cock was growing stiff. He needed to leave, soon, before this—whatever this was—went too far.
“Still want to fuck me, Frank? Even though I’m damaged goods?”
“Yes. I mean no. You’re not damaged good,” he said, unable to keep the growl from his voice. “But yes, I want to fuck you, Delilah. Hard and fast.”
With a coy smile, she lay completely flat on the grass and began unbuttoning her blouse. The wind blew the blouse open further, showing him one perfect breast. His cock pushed against his jeans. Her hands pulled the long skirt up, revealing shapely legs, legs he wanted to feel wrapping around him, locking him in place as he sank into her. He had seen her naked before, but not like this, an inch at a time, teasing him, temping him.
“Is this what you want?” he asked. “For me to fuck you? I can go slow if you prefer. Real slow.”
Hell, when had the power shifted in this relationship?
“Did I say I wanted you, Frank?” Delilah asked as she eased the skirt above her hips to reveal a thin patch of strawberry curls over her slit. The sunlight bounced off the moisture glistening there, and she smelled heavenly, like vanilla bean in a thick, luscious ice cream. One that should be licked really slowly. Now all he could think about was licking her until she creamed his face.
She pulled her legs up, showing him her pussy in full as her hand dipped between her folds, sliding up and down. His cock was impossibly hard now, demanding release, but he couldn’t touch her. She hadn’t invited him.
She closed her eyes as she moaned, the taut nub between her fingers, being expertly worked over.
“Open your eyes, Del,” he ordered.
Bright green eyes opened. The world felt right again. He would gladly watch her, but he had to see her, all of her. He wasn’t going to let her hide from him anymore.
“Spread your legs, gorgeous.”
She cocked a brow but spread her legs further. God, she was so perfect, and the way she listened to him was driving him wild. But she still hadn’t invited him to touch her.
“Now spread your pussy. I want to see that hole that I’m going to fuck.”
“You’re not going to fuck me.”
“Yet, Delilah. Still having trouble with that word, I see.”
Her brows pinched together, as if she were trying to figure him out. There was no figuring him out. He was a straight-forward type of guy. She could ask anyone here that.
“There are. . . conditions,” she said at last. The fact that she was willing to do anything with him surprised him. Perhaps she was true to her word, and she hadn’t felt pressured in the office. Hope rose within him. It was entirely possible Delilah liked him. The show she was giving him was more than fun and games. She was testing his limits. . . testinghim. He could practically taste her scent in the air. Her hands continued moving back and forth, wetness glided down her thigh. He wanted to be there with his tongue, tasting every inch of her.
“What conditions?”
