Page 15 of Sin With Me
“Donotfinish that sentence.” Delilah shoots me a murderous glare over her shoulder, but I notice the blush covering her cheeks that wasn’t there earlier.
“Why not, baby doll?” I wink, crossing my arms.
She hates when I call her that, which is why I do it. I usually get some kind of reaction, but tonight she doesn’t take the bait.
“Time to go,” she tells me before facing the other guy. “Call mecuteagain and I’ll jam my knee in your balls so hard, you’ll choke from spitin’ ’em out.”
“Trust me, man. She’ll do it,” I say, stifling a chuckle when the guy finally gets the hint and walks away with his buddy.
“Pay your damn tab and meet me outside,” Delilah orders, then walks toward the exit.
Yep, she’s pissed.
I sign the receipt and give Rainy a big tip for dealing with my shit.
“You can’t seriously be mad at me for self-defense?” I say once I open the passenger door of her truck. “That asshole hit me first. Granted I pushed him, but his drunk ass spilled beer on you! I was being chivalrous and standin’ up for you. That’s gotta at least earn me some brownie points.”
Delilah doesn’t respond or move. Her chest rapidly rises and falls as she white-knuckle-grips the steering wheel and stares out the windshield.
I wait for the inevitable scolding she’s about to unleash on me.
“Del—” I whisper, reaching out to her. Neither of us has our seat belts on, so I inch closer, hoping it’s enough to soften her. “I’m sorry for ruinin’ your night. I meant what I said earlier. This is the last time. I’m freeing you of babysittin’ me. I won’t even drink in Vegas and will be your DD for once.”
We won’t be driving, but I’ll be in charge of making sure she gets back to her room safely.
She continues ignoring my presence and words, making me feel even worse.
“I fucked up. How can I make it up to you? Please…I’ll do anythin’.” I grab her elbow that’s as stiff as her fist.
Her lips twitch, but she remains silent.
“You want me to embarrass myself to prove how sorry I am? I’ll streak down Main Street while shouting ‘I have a teeny weeny’ and will probably get my naked ass arrested, but for you, I’d do it.” When she doesn’t budge, I continue, “Do you wanna tie me up to the bumper so you can drag me all the way to theranch? Knowin’ how you drive, I’ll probably die, but if that’s what it takes to prove how badly I feel…I’ll let ya do it.”
I chuckle at the imagery of her hogtying my ankles and going eighty down the ranch’s gravel road. She’d purposely fly over the speed bumps, too.
But still,nothing.
“Okay, fine. You wanna shoot me? Hell, I’ll load the gun for ya. Just don’t aim at the jewels, okay? Maybe the shoulder so I can still ride but not have to lift hay bales. Leave that bitch work to Waylon.” I snort at the thought of him complaining and telling me I could still use my other arm.
“Delilah?” I brush a hand down her arm and it’s as if my touch wakes her from a trance because she snaps her head toward me. “What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”
Without a word, she yanks me toward her until our mouths collide.
I’m in so much shock, I freeze.
When her tongue slides between my lips, my brain finally catches up, and I sink into her.
What the hell is happening?
Fuck if I know, but I go along with it.
I’ve imagined kissing her for years—not exactly under these circumstances—but I’m not complaining.
Cupping her face, I groan and pull her closer. A mix of tequila and strawberries from her margarita floods my senses. She only had a couple of drinks before switching to Diet Coke, but I can still taste the sweetness on her tongue.
Delilah climbs over the center console without breaking contact and then straddles my thighs. It’s a snug fit with her on top of me, but I quickly lower the seat back so her head doesn’t smack the roof of the truck.
As she rocks against me, I dig my fingers into her hips and move her body faster over my erection.
