Her smile faded. If this was his way of getting her out of here . . .
I might not be too much fun.
Now she just flat out laughed. When was he ever really any fun? Fun was not a word she’d use to describe Lane. Sexy, sweet, fierce, possessive, protective, and a little rigid—yes, those words fit him. But fun?
Nah. And she was okay with that. She was the fun one.
You won’t have to do a thing, I promise. I’ll do all the work, you can just relax and kick back.
There’s work involved?
Only on my part.
As in she was going to work him over and rock his damn world.
I’m on my way home now.
Smiling, she set her phone on the bedside table, then turned on the lamp, casting the room in pale golden light. She wanted him to see every single thing she planned on doing to him tonight. And she never wanted him to forget it either.
Chapter Fifteen
LANE WAS TIRED and grumpy and hungry, not necessarily in that order. He’d been in line ordering a sandwich at the local Subway when he’d gotten the text from Delilah saying that she was waiting for him at his place.
He’d told himself that he wasn’t going to call her. Wasn’t going to ask to see her, wasn’t going to invite her over, nothing. But instead, she’d let herself in and made herself comfortable. He didn’t have the heart to tell her to go home.
Truly? He didn’t want her to go home. He wanted to see her. Was intrigued by her surprise. He’d gone ahead and ordered a sandwich for her as well, not bothering to ask if she was hungry or not. He just did
it, figuring she’d want the sandwich later. They were bound to work up an appetite together eventually.
He ate half of his sandwich on the drive home and brought the Subway bag in with him, stashing it in the fridge before he made his way to the bedroom. He stopped in the open doorway and stared, surprised by the sight before him.
Delilah was sitting in the middle of his bed, her long dark hair brushed to one side and spilling down her front, her hands braced on the mattress. Her legs were on blatant display, long and slender, and he took a deep, appreciative breath.
She had the best fucking legs on the planet. He’d never known he was a leg man but when it came to this girl, he definitely was.
“Hi.” Her voice was soft and inviting and all he wanted to do was go to her.
But he remained where he stood, leaning against the doorjamb. “Hey.”
“Have I ever told you how sexy you are in your uniform?” She smiled, her gaze seeming to eat him up.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your legs?” He entered the bedroom, making his way toward her like he couldn’t help himself. It didn’t matter that he’d told himself he should cut her off. The moment they were in the same room together, he was drawn to her. Was desperate to touch her, consume her, strip her clothes off before he slid inside her . . .
She glanced at her legs, then returned her attention to him. “You do?”
“Oh yeah. They’re long. Sexy as fuck.” The pleased close-lipped smile that curved her lips was worth the confession. “I like watching you dance too.” Damn, he so did. He shouldn’t admit that either, but he wanted to be honest. “You have a beautiful body.”
“You say the best things, I swear.” She rose up onto her knees and scooted toward him, stopping directly in front of him. “You’re also wearing too much clothing.”
“And what are you wearing?” He let his gaze roam over her, taking in the gray tank top and how it clung to her small breasts, the hem cropped at her ribs so he could see her flat stomach. The panties matched the top, and they covered a lot, which was sort of a disappointment.
But she was pretty much wearing nothing so how could he be disappointed with that?
“Do you like crotchless panties?”
He frowned, reaching out to stroke his fingers across her cheek. Her skin was soft and she seemed to lean into his touch. “Do you?”
“I asked you first.” She raised a brow. “Be honest.”