Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Delia
I glance at the time on my phone. It’s nearing midnight but something tells me that Donovan won’t mind if I send him a text message now.
I keyed his number into my contact list as soon as I got home tonight. I considered sending him a text then, but I wanted a few hours to calm my thoughts before I send the all-important first text.
I’ve never been an over thinker when it comes to texting a man. I usually just say what I need to say and leave it at that, but this is different. I want to say that I can’t wait to feel his arms wrapped around me again. I wish he knew how desperately I wanted to kiss his lips tonight, but none of that is going in my text.
Instead, I opt for to take a different route. It’s something I know will put a smile on his face.
I type the message out and read it twice.
Delia: Can you believe the neighbor was the killer in Phantom’s Escape? Nicholas Wolf is a genius.
Laughter escapes me as I press send.
His reply is as funny as it is fast.
Donovan: Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep now that you fucking ruined it for me. Nothing that kid said about you being a nice lady was true, Delia. Not one goddamn word of it.
I rest my cheek against my pillow as I take a second to think of how to reply. Once I have it, I type it out quickly.
Delia: If I’m not nice what am I?
As soon as I press send, I hold my breath waiting for his response.
Donovan: That list is as long as I’m hard. You’re fucking beautiful, sexy as hell. You’re smart as a whip. You can dance circles around me…shall I go on?
I read it all but only focus my response on one word of what he wrote.
Delia: You’re hard right now?
He replies in an instant with one telling word.
Donovan: Very.
I stare at that for a beat too long because my phone starts ringing and it’s him! I answer immediately, “Donovan.”
“If you want to be fucked hard, Delia, come to me now.”
“Now?” I half-laugh. “You’re not serious.”
“I’m aching for you.” His voice is etched with the same desperate need I feel. “I’m hanging up and texting you my address. If you want my cock, it’s waiting for you.”
Before he ends the call, I’m up and out of my bed. I tug the red dress back over my head, slide my feet into the nearest pair of shoes and take off in the direction of my door.
I gaze at the massive white-bricked townhouse on East 74 th Street in Upper Manhattan. I look down at my phone’s screen again to see if Donovan indicated an apartment or suite number when he sent me the text giving me this address to come to.
I ordered a rideshare as I made my way down the elevator to the lobby of my building. One of the doormen was more than happy to have a spirited conversation with me about the weather. I often tell him that he has a future in meteorology. He almost always responds that the tips are better in my building.
I gave him one tonight just for making me smile.
I climb the concrete steps. Since there isn’t a control panel or any buttons indicating there are multiple units behind the carved wooden door, I press the doorbell.
“The door’s unlocked, Delia,” is the immediate response I get from the small speaker attached to the doorbell.
It’s Donovan’s voice but it’s different. It’s laced with something that I don’t think I’ve heard before.
I wrap my hand around the silver handle on the door and twist it, slowly pushing the door open as I do.
“Holy hell,” I whisper when I catch sight of what’s waiting for me inside.
“Close the door,” Donovan says through clenched teeth.
His jaw is tense. His entire body is exposed and his beautiful cock is hard and already sheathed in a condom.
All I can do is stare.
“I’m warning you.” His voice comes out even deeper than it was a moment ago. “I’m on fire for you, Delia. I may not last long the first time, but...”
“The first time you fuck me tonight?” I interrupt, anticipation coursing through me like a drug in my veins. “You’ll do it more than once.”
His head falls back in hearty laughter. “How can I take you only once? Look at you.”
I glance down at my dress, the skirt still covered in cat hair. I slipped my feet into heels that I wouldn’t normally wear when I race around Manhattan, and I didn’t bother brushing my hair before I jumped into the rideshare.
“Am I a mess?” I pout my bottom lip out playfully.
“You’re a dream.” He stalks toward me.
I inch back toward the door as he approaches. It’s not out of fear, but excitement. I’m scared that my knees are about to give out and I need something to lean on to keep my upright.
As soon as he’s close enough, his mouth is on mine. The kiss is demanding and when we part, he groans so loudly that my core clenches.
His hand drops to the skirt of my dress. He clumsily tugs at it, bunching it up as his fingers seek their destination.
“Lace,” he growls when he reaches my panties. “I bet they’re pretty, too.”
“Very,” I whisper.
He pushes them aside, his thick fingers staying true to their course. With his eyes locked on mine, he enters me swiftly. “You’re dripping wet.”
It’s true, so I can’t deny it. I can only confirm it with a nod of my head and two short words. “For you.”
He takes me by the waist, spinning me so quickly that I lose my balance but he keeps me upright, his hands holding me in place until I find my footing.
He guides me backward with small steps. “You’ll come as soon as I’m inside of you.”
I want to protest; argue that he’s wrong and I have more self-control than that, but it would be a lie. I’m already on the edge. Walking into his home to see him aching for me in such a profound way has me near an orgasm already.
My legs and ass bump into something. I glance down and back to see the arm of a white linen sofa.
“Bend over it, now.”
I hurry to do just that. Now, I’m the one tugging on the skirt of my dress to get it out of the way.
He swats my hand away as he presses softly on my back. “Bend over.”
I do, parting my legs enough to give him the access we both want.
My skirt is up, my panties are pushed aside again and he’s sliding into me all within the time it takes my heart to skip a beat.
I cry out. It’s drowned out by the feral sound that escapes him as he pumps into me from behind.
I’m lost to it all, and just as he predicted, I climax as my hands fist the fabric of the couch and he pounds his cock into me with punishing thrusts, each deeper than the one before.