Slipping away from her hands, he shifted lower, brushing his mouth across her quivering stomach, licking a circle around her navel. Her scent grew stronger and he knew without a doubt her pussy was wet.
He couldn’t wait to taste her.
Slowly he moved down the length of her body, teasing her. Kissing a path along the outside of her thighs, her knees, her calves, making her moan in frustration. Then moving back up, pushing her legs apart, he kissed the inside of her soft thighs, nibbling the skin there, her fingers impatient as she tried to guide him to where she really wanted him.
“Be patient,” he urged. A frustrated growl sounded low in her throat, making him chuckle.
“I’m actually enjoying this,” she said, flopping back against the pillows and closing her eyes. “Don’t ruin it for me.”
As if he could. Right now, this moment was all about her. He wanted her focused on her pleasure, not worrying about those other silly li
ttle things that had distracted her in the past. He took his time kissing her slender inner thighs, making himself crazy with want every time he cast a glance at her pretty pink, glistening center. He enjoyed the way she squirmed as she arched closer to his mouth.
For a woman who said she wasn’t comfortable with this sort of thing, she seemed pretty damn comfortable with him. And he liked that, because it meant that the other guys weren’t doing it for her.
But he was.
“You smell so damn good,” he murmured as he readjusted himself so he was once more face-to-pussy. She slung her arm over her eyes, seemingly embarrassed, but he continued on. “You’re wet, Dee.”
“Lane . . . ” Her voice was a warning he ignored.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” He dropped a kiss just above her pubic hair, then moved lower, his tongue darting out to lick at her swollen clit just once. Just to reassure her he knew exactly where it was. “Fuck, just as good as I thought you’d be.”
She jolted against him when he licked her, and he did it again, and again, circling his tongue around her clit, sucking it between his lips, sliding a finger deep inside her. Delilah groaned so loud it surprised him, and he knew he could make her come like this. It would be so damn easy . . .
A ringtone ripped through the room, startling them both. Followed by another. And another. It was his motherfucking phone.
Worst. Timing. Ever.
Trying to ignore the incessant ringing, he concentrated on bringing Delilah to the brink of orgasm, adding another finger as he started to slip them in and out of her welcoming body. She worked with him, moving her arm away from her eyes so she could watch him. Their gazes held as she set her body to its own rhythm, her hips rising, soft sighs filling the air around them, the ringing long gone.
Until it started up again seconds later, the sound loud and shrill.
Jesus Christ.
Her hips fell, and she released a shuddering breath. “You should go answer it,” she whispered.
“Fuck that,” he said, his voice muffled against her flesh. But she was right. He should at least check who it was. What if it was his mom or Wren or work?
Damn it, his concentration was shot to hell.
Growling, he moved away from Delilah and stood, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he want to his dresser, where his phone sat. He picked it up, squinting at the name that flashed across the screen.
It was West.
“Who is it?” Delilah asked as she sat up, her hair a wild mess about her head, the color high in her cheeks, her eyes hazy with lust. Damn it, she’d been so fucking close only to have the moment ruined by his stupid baby brother.
Figured.
“West,” he gritted out as the phone went silent. “You’d think he’d text me if I won’t pick up.” His phone beeped at that exact moment, like West was some sort of mind reader.
New fire. Looks suspicious.
“I need to call him.” Damn it, the arsonist. He couldn’t ignore West, not now. He shot a quick glance in Delilah’s direction, guilt settling over him. He went to her, grabbed the back of her head, and pressed his mouth to hers for a long, fierce kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
She nodded, seemingly in a daze. “Okay.”
He exited the bedroom and hit West’s number, relieved that he answered just after the first ring. “What’s going on?” Lane asked.