Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Donovan
I swing open the door to my home as Delia trudges up the steps with two paper bags in her hands.
I rush to take them from her, noting that they’re filled with food. “Someone’s hungry.”
She scrunches her face so it looks like she’s attempting to appear angry.
“Or hangry,” I amend what I just said. “What’s with the groceries?”
“You didn’t get my text?” She flashes me a smile. “I texted you to say I’m cooking.”
“You can cook?” I ask as I follow her into my house. “Is that a new thing?”
“Relatively new,” she admits. “I like cooking, so I’m going to whip you up something semi-spectacular.”
“Just semi-spectacular?” I slam the door shut with my bare foot.
“I can’t promise anything, so it’ll be what it’ll be.”
I place the bags on the floor so I can bring her in for a kiss. I make it a good one, lingering with my lips pressing against hers as I trail my hand down her sweater toward her jean-covered ass.
“Hey, handsy,” she says against my mouth. “The ice cream is melting.”
I pull back to stare into her eyes. “You cook with ice cream? It melts when you put it in the oven, sweetheart.”
That results in a hearty laugh from her. “It’s our dessert.”
“What‘s our dinner?” I scoop the bags back up and follow her into the kitchen, noticing just how fantastic her sweet little round ass looks in the jeans.
“A noodle thing with some chicken.”
I can’t hold in a chuckle. “I guess I don’t have to ask what’s in it.”
She tosses me a look over her shoulder. “I don’t recall the exact name of the dish but my friend sent the recipe to me.”
“Your friend from Portugal?” I test the waters of where I want to fish for information.
That turns her right around at the entrance to my kitchen. Her hands drop to her hips. “Let me guess. Matthew is spreading rumors about me going there.”
I brush past her to place the bags on the island. “He said something about that yesterday.”
She steps closer to where I am, her gaze trailing over the jeans and black T-shirt I put on after my very long day at the clinic. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”
Relief relaxes my shoulders. I’ve been feeling tension there since Matt mentioned the possibility that his sister might be jetting off to Europe. Whatever is happening between us is new, but I know that I’d miss her if she left New York.
“Good to know.”
“You’ll help me cook,” she tells me. “Can I get a glass of water before we start, though?”
“You can get anything you want.” I head to the refrigerator to retrieve a pitcher of cold water. “Do you want ice in it?”
“Just cold water is fine.” She reaches a hand out as she slowly walks to the island to sit on a stool. “I’m thirsty and a little dizzy.”
That’s understandable given that it’s hot as hell outside. Her sweater is short-sleeved but it has to be retaining her body heat, so I make a subtle suggestion. “Take off your sweater, Delia.”
“Can I drink the water before you screw me senseless?”
The smile on her face tells me she’s joking, but screwing her senseless is definitely on my agenda for tonight.
“It’ll help you cool off.” I place the glass of water in front of her.
She tugs the sweater over her head to reveal a white silk bra. I’m a man and she has the world’s most perfect tits, so I stare and I do that openly and proudly.
“Up here, Donovan.” She taps her chin. “To be fair, you should lose your shirt, too.”
I have it off before the rim of the glass touches her lips. She downs all the water in under a minute flat.
“I’ll put the food away for now,” I say as I skim my hand over her forehead. “You’ll sit here and cool off.”
“Yeah, right.” She laughs. “Have you seen what you look like without a shirt?”
“Have you seen what you look like in a bra?”
“I have mirrors.” She runs a finger down her chest until it’s resting on the pink bow on the front of her bra between her luscious breasts. “I know how nice these are.”
“Nice?” I kiss the spot right above her finger. “Try beautiful.”
“The ice cream is melting,” she reminds me.
“I’m on it.” I leave her sitting there while I get to work in my kitchen, thinking the entire time that I have to be the luckiest man in this city tonight.
I slam the book shut and look to where Delia is sitting on a cushioned window seat. We’re in the back sunroom that until now I’ve rarely used. It was her idea to come in here after we had dinner.
She asked if I had any outdoor space, and I do. This townhouse came complete with a very small garden. Since I don’t have a green thumb, I hired a neighbor to take care of the patch of lawn and various potted flowers. It’s her passion project she tells me so she takes little pay, but loads of fresh flowers in exchange for her labor.
“What did I just read to you, Delia?”
Her eyebrows pop up. “A few pages of Phantom’s Escape.”
“What pages?” I question more, keeping a smile at bay, for now.
“You didn’t tell me I’d be quizzed on it.” That leaves her lips before she steals another glance at the garden and the small white lights that are hanging from two shrubs.
“We can sit out there,” I offer. “It’s a little noisy at this time of day, but it’s not bad.”
“You read page sixty-two through sixty-eight.” She tosses me a sly smile. “You stopped just short of sixty-nine.”
I’m impressed since I didn’t tell her what any of the page numbers were before or after I read it to her.
“Sixty-nine,” I repeat that. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I’m thinking that you’re an incredible lover,” she whispers. “I’m sure indulging in a little sixty-nine fun with you would be the perfect end to this day.”
I’d love to devour her pussy while she sucks my cock but the truth is that when she has her lips wrapped around my dick I can’t focus on anything but that. I’m game to try though.
She slides off the window seat to approach where I’m sitting in a gray armchair. Her sweater is still on the floor in my kitchen. My T-shirt is right next to it.
As soon as she’s within touching distance I loop a finger under the front of the center of her bra and tug her closer. I don’t go to the trouble of removing it before I latch my teeth around her right nipple through the silk.
“Ohh,” she drawls. “That’s so sensitive.”
I suck it before I nip at it again. “How’s that?”
Stepping into the spot between my legs, she tangles her hands in my hair. “I think I need to feel that again and again before I can officially tell you how much I love it.”
I’ll give her anything she wants so I lower my mouth to her breast, slide the fabric aside and take her perfectly plump nipple between my lips.