He didn’t like that. At all. But what could he say? What could he do to make it better? He was an expert at his job. Could handle any tough situation thrown at him. But when it came to women—this particular woman—he was as clueless as a newborn baby.
“Figures you’d have no reply,” she muttered. With a roll of her eyes and a flick of her ponytail, she started to walk away but he caught up with her in three long strides, grasping hold of her slender arm so she couldn’t escape. She glanced over her shoulder at him, those big brown eyes wide and full of so many questions. Questions he wasn’t prepared to answer.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low, his stomach doing weird flip-flops when her gaze dropped to his mouth and seemed to linger there. The electric buzz was still there, sizzling between them, pinging between their bodies, and he felt as if every hair on his body was standing on end.
“You say that a lot, you know.” She sighed and carefully disentangled her arm from his hold. He immediately missed touching her. “It doesn’t have to be this difficult.”
She was right. He fought the attraction they had for each other constantly. “I don’t know if you understand what exactly I’m struggling with . . . ”
“I think you struggle with the same thing I do, you’re just not brave enough to go for it.” She stared him down but he refused to flinch. Delilah basically just called him a coward. And that hurt. “I don’t know much more obvious I need to be.”
“Dee—” he started, but she reached toward him, her fingers settling on his parted lips, that tiny, seemingly innocent touch searing him to his very soul. But there was nothing innocent about Delilah. Not when it came to the two of them together. She knew just how her touch affected him. And he knew he had the same effect on her.
She lifted her gaze to his once more. “You know we want each other.”
His entire body went stiff. Especially his dick.
“You know I’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want,” she continued. “Wherever you want me,” she murmured, her voice full of so much fucking promise his mouth went dry as every dirty word and thought seemed to clog his throat. Never had she talked to him like this before.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he practically choked out. She couldn’t know what her words did to him. If she kept this up she’d tear down every one of his defenses and he’d finally give in.
He frowned. That didn’t sound like a bad idea.
“I know exactly what I’m saying.” She licked her lips, her lids growing heavy, reminding him of some sultry seductress you only saw in the movies or on television. “The ball is in your court. Your move, Lane.”
And with that she left, leaving behind a cloud of her intoxicating perfume.