Chapter Eight—Delani
The confusion that was in Sonny’s eyes a moment ago was replaced by concern and mildly reined in anger when he asked me about the inspector.
We walked over to a small bistro set I had set up in the shop. Sonny sat down first, but instead of allowing me to slide into a chair of my own he tugged me onto his lap.
I’ve never been a small girl, so that was new to me. Something inside me just unfurled and went all fuzzy at the feeling of this man holding me on his lap, like I was something tiny and precious.
I was worried about squashing him, and I wiggled my hips to distribute my weight evenly, and Sonny groaned, closing his eyes.
“Baby, if you keep wiggling your sweet ass like that, this conversation is going to be really fucking short,” he grunted, and I froze on his lap.
“Sorry,” I whispered, mouth forming a surprised O as I felt the hard bar of his cock beneath my cheeks.
“Never apologize for being sexy as fuck, Del. But before we get sidetracked, I need you to talk to me.”
“Before we get sidetracked?” I parroted like a dope.
“Only if you want to, of course.”
“Do you want to?” I asked, licking my suddenly dry lips, and trying to wrap my head around the fact this gorgeous man wanted me.
“Have sex with you? Fuck, yes. I want you every minute of the day, Baby. But I want more than that from you. I mean it and I’ll prove it. So, I need you to talk to me first,” he said, flexing his hips so his cock pressed against my crack and nipping my earlobe between his teeth.
Liquid pooled between my legs, but somehow, I managed to tell him about the mail that had been missing, the trash, and the strange messages. Sonny frowned. He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and shot off a couple of texts.
“I’m letting Buck know everything you told me. He’s got connections within the city. And don’t worry, Del,” he said, looking right at me. “That creep won’t bother you again.”
I nodded my head, believing him instinctively. There was just something about him, something commanding and honest that allowed me to know he was being sincere.
Sonny’s hand was on the back of my neck, and I relished the weight of it as he rubbed me in slow, massaging circles. My skin tingled where we touched and suddenly, my entire body seemed hyperaware of him.
He was so big. So masculine. He was just so much, and I wanted more. Craved him in a way I’d never craved anyone else.
I leaned forward, my hands pressed against his chest as I gauged his intention. His dark eyes glittered, but he made no move to pull or coerce me forward.
“Take what you want, Baby. I’m right here. This is all for you.”
My eyes flashed at him. How did he know what I was thinking?
I wanted him. That was obvious. But I was never one to take.
I always kind of meekly waited for a man to show interest before I garnered the courage to pursue him.
Sonny had pulled me onto his lap, and the now throbbing bar beneath my ass told me he wanted me.
What happened the other day was not a fluke. Yes, I saw it clear as day in his dark stare. He wanted me.
And I was suddenly drunk with the knowledge.
Pressing against his chest, I turned my body, so I straddled his hips. I felt him there, his thick dick pulsating through both our pants.
I couldn’t wait another second. I claimed his lips in a kiss I’d been dying to give him ever since I’d kicked him out of my shop.
No need to dwell on that.
He’d already explained it, and I totally understood. Sexual frustration could make you crazy, as I could attest to.
I’d fucked up a special order just the other day, injecting the wrong liquor into a dozen truffles one of my best clients had requested for his wife.
Luckily, I caught my error and sent Jan the box of dark chocolate, blueberry, and basil truffles laced with bourbon on me.
She liked them, which was great. Plus, I got my customer’s order out on a special overnight delivery at no extra charge.
I hated messing up, but I was only human.
And so was Sonny—a very hot, very hard human.
While my feelings for him eclipsed anything I’d ever experienced, I was smart enough to recognize they were somewhat reciprocated. We were explosive together.
Right then, that was all I wanted. To explode into the stratosphere with him.
My sexy, dark-eyed neighbor.
“Want you on a bed, Del. But I don’t think I can wait,” he growled, his fingers in my hair, untying the net I wore for safety reasons.
A second later, he had my curls cascading down my back as I writhed on his lap. His tongue delved into my mouth, and I pressed my chest up against him, loving the friction and heat that came off him in waves.
“I don’t have a bed here, but there’s a sofa in the upstairs room. I use it for storage, and for when I do inventory,” I told him, gasping as his hands found their way up my blouse and pinched my nipples over the regular cotton bra I wore to work.
“A sofa?”
I nodded and yelped when he stood with me in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. I told him the code to the keypad lock on the door that led to the second floor room. He opened it and jogged up the stairs with me in his arms.
We kissed the entire way up. Once we were there, Sonny lowered me to the soft gray cushions and began to undress me.
I felt beautiful under his rapt stare as he took off all my layers one at a time, whispering words of praise and unwrapping me like a present.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Del. Just look at you,” he growled, tugging my pink cotton briefs off my thighs.
My cheeks burned, and I wished I’d worn something sexier, but unless I knew I was dressing for smexy times, cotton was what I went with. And I told him so, but he just scoffed, tucking my underwear into his back pocket.
“There is nothing sexier than a woman in cotton panties. It’s like every high school fantasy I’ve ever had but better, Baby, cause it’s you. And I’m keeping those. They’re mine now,” he growled playfully.
“Are you kidding?” I giggled.
Only, he wasn’t kidding. He kept my damp panties in his pocket, and I moaned.
Still fully clothed, Sonny crashed his mouth onto mine and there was something deeply erotic in that.
His clothes brushed against my sensitized skin, and I didn’t know what turned me on more, the feel of his denim covered cock pressing against my pussy, or the way his tongue worked my nipples.
“Fuck, Baby. Look how hot you are. You got my jeans all wet with your soaked pussy,” he growled, sliding down my body until he was half on the sofa, and half kneeling at the apex of my thighs.
He didn’t wait for me to move or adjust or do anything before his tongue was filling me.
Head back, I keened, a long and loud sound as he fucked me with his mouth, plundering all my secrets with his skilled tongue, turning my fiery desire into a full on inferno. My eyes rolled back, and Sonny sucked hard on my clit. I gasped and looked down.
“Don’t you fucking look away, Baby. That’s right,” he growled, sticking two thick fingers into my slit. “Eyes on me. I wanna watch you when you come all over my face.”
That did it.
He barely touched me again, and I came apart all over him. My hands ran over his short hair, and I held his head, flexing my hips with wanton abandon until I could hardly move a muscle.
My entire body was one giant nerve ending, but he wasn’t finished with me yet.
Thank fuck.
Sonny’s grin looked feral as he lifted himself up, unzipped his pants, and unsheathed his glorious cock. Last time we had sex, it was dark, and after I sheathed him with the condom, I didn’t really have a chance to look at him.
This was the first time I’d really seen his dick, and ohmyfuckinggawd, it was huge.
“See something you like?”
“Yes. You,” I growled, reaching for his cock, but he moved back, sucking air through his teeth.
“Uh uh. You do as I say, Del. That’s my rule.”
He reached out and put his massive hand over my pussy, teasing the hole with the tips of two fingers.
Fuck.
“Not enough,” I moaned.
And it wasn’t. It wasn’t nearly enough.
“When we’re like this, I own this pussy. And I’ll feed my pussy when I say so. Now, up on your knees,” he commanded.
I did as he said, climbing onto my knees on the sofa. It was small, now that I looked at it, and I wondered about logistics.
But I should have trusted Sonny to have that all figured out.
Pants still on, he managed to pull his dick out, and I shivered as it bobbed so close to me.
He nudged me aside, sitting on the sofa. Then he pulled me by the hips, settling me on top of his lap.
“Roll it on,” he grunted, handing me a condom.
I had to scooch back to do what he asked, and I gasped at what I saw. A dark, wet stain on his pants. Made by me.
Gulp.
My cheeks flamed. I couldn’t believe I’d done that.
“Fuck, Baby. Look at you, dripping all over my lap. You’re so fucking hot for me, aren’t you? That’s it, Good Girl,” he growled, and he didn’t look mad at all.
He looked hot and turned on.
By me.
Feminine power rolled through me, and I bit my lip. His shirt was half open now and the tantalizing glimpses I had of his tattooed chest made my mouth water.
Sonny pulled me closer. His hands cupped the insides of my thighs and he lifted me up like that, pulling me closer until I felt his latex-sheathed cock at my entrance.
Then he lowered me, slowly. So fucking slowly. His thick dick stretched my core, but the feasting he’d done prepared me, so it wasn’t too difficult a fit.
We both groaned aloud when he finally filled me, and for the first time in days, I felt like a whole person again.
Warning bells went off inside me. It was too soon to feel so intense about him, but it was too late for second guessing.
Sonny started moving, and I fell into the rhythm with him. Whatever happened, I knew this coupling was guaranteed to change my life forever.
“Stay with me, Del. Right here with me,” he growled, and I nodded.
I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I just wanted to be with him.
And that might be the problem.