Smolder (Wildwood 2)

This felt like a trick question. “I guess they’re . . . pretty pointless?” His gaze dropped to her panties, lingering there. He knew what lay beneath the soft fabric and he wanted to touch her. Desperately.

She clapped, looking pleased. “That was the right answer. Okay, let’s take your shirt off.”

“What’s my surprise?” He let her unbutton his shirt, helping her only when he needed to shrug it off. She pulled his T-shirt from where it was tucked into his pants, her fingers brushing against his stomach and making his cock twitch.

“You don’t wear a bulletproof vest?” She frowned up at him, her fingers working the button on the front of his pants.

He shrugged out of his T-shirt and tossed it on the floor. “I took it off at the station. It’s too damn hot right now. That extra layer makes me uncomfortable.”

“But otherwise, you wear one, right?” She met his gaze once more, concern filling her eyes.

“Yeah. I do. Though I’ve never been shot at in my life.” He touched the center of her bottom lip with his thumb, rubbing her there. Her mouth was sexy. The stuff of dreams. Everything about her was sexy. He still couldn’t believe he was doing this with Delilah. A woman he’d lusted after for so damn long he was positive he never had a chance with her.

“Good. I don’t like thinking of you out there without one. You need protection.” She undid the button and slid down the zipper of his uniform pants, her fingers skimming the front of his boxer briefs. Just like that, he had an erection. “Though I think it’s kind of hot that you wear a gun. Where’s your holster?”

“Left my belt on the kitchen counter.” He sucked in a breath when she pushed his pants down his legs until they fell in a heap around his feet. “Uh, I still have my boots on.”

“Oh, let me take care of that for you.” She climbed off the bed and shoved him down so he sat on the edge of the mattress. He was too stunned to react when she knelt at his feet, casting him a shy yet sultry smile before she went to work on his boots, untying them and then loosening the laces before she started to pull the right one off his foot.

That’s when he noticed the back of her panties. The fluffy white cotton ball sitting in the direct center of her ass, a flash of white surrounding it. “Whatcha got going on back there?” He waved a finger toward her backside.

Smiling, she untied the laces on his other boot. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Is that my surprise?”

“Perhaps.” She shrugged, her fingers busily working the laces before she pulled the second one off, tearing his socks off next. He kicked off his pants. “There. All better?”

He had the sudden image of her doing this for him every night when he came home from work. Or maybe he’d massage her feet after a long day at the studio. She’d cook him dinner and they’d tell each other about their day, laughing over stories of the weirdos he encountered or the old regulars who made 911 calls mostly because they were lonely and looking for company. She’d tell him about her students and who had real potential as a future dancer. They’d laugh over shared stories about their friends. Drink wine or beer and watch TV before they went to bed and he made love to her . . .

A nice fantasy that could be reality if he’d just get over his hang-ups once and for all.

“Now lie down,” she told him, offering him a sweet smile that was pure innocence. But the way her eyes flashed told him she had something else planned, and he followed her command, curious to see what she was going to do.

He hadn’t lied when he said he was tired and probably wouldn’t be good company tonight. Seeing his dad, worrying over his mom, being frustrated by that Josh prick, and lacking sleep from the night before had worn him the hell out. But he was glad she was here. He needed the distraction Delilah provided.

She crawled on top of him, straddling his hips as she leaned over him and brushed her mouth against his. “You comfortable?” she asked.

“Yeah.” He cupped the back of her head and brought her in for another kiss, trying to take it deeper, but she resisted. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to relax you. And kissing won’t relax you. It’ll just get you all worked up.” She smiled and moved down him, her hair drifting across his chest, her hot mouth pressed against his skin. He closed his eyes and breathed deep, his cock straining against the front of his boxer briefs, eager to get out and join the party.

“What you’re doing right now is getting me all worked up,” he said, hissing out a breath when she kissed his stomach, her fingers teasing at the waistband of his underwear.

“Oh, whoops.” She didn’t sound very sorry. “You want to see your surprise now?”

“Hell yeah.” He popped his eyes open to find her smiling at him.

“You have to close your eyes.”

“I just did.”

“You have to close them again.” She tilted her head to the side with a sexy pout. “Please?”

Without a word, he closed his eyes, waiting impatiently for his surprise. She slid off him, then slid back on but her voice sounded far away.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

He did, blinking at what was in front of him: Delilah’s perfect ass covered in those soft gray panties, the outline of a white bunny rabbit in the dead center of her ass, the white fluffy tail wagging back and forth in his face. She was giggling, half of her ass was hanging out, and he’d never seen a cuter—or sexier—sight.