Chapter Nine
Monday
Pompano Beach, Florida
Delaney
954-456-8325
I miss you.
I look down at the unknown number when my text alert dings.
Delaney
Who is this?
954-456-8325
I think you know.
My heart sinks. Could it be Andrew? How the fuck did he get my number? Ding.
954-456-8325
Are you going to let me in?
WHAT!? He’s here? What the fuck?! How? Then another ding.
954-456-8325
I’m going to stand here until you tell me to leave.
I peek out my window to confirm, making sure it’s not some “rando” stalker. I notice the black SUV and the familiar silhouette leaning against the door. Black jeans, black T-shirt, his black Wayfarers, yum! Not even thinking clearly about how he found me, I jump out of my bed, throw on a hoodie, check my hair in the mirror, and validate I’m not looking my best. I don’t care. He’s here, and I need to see him.
Running down the stairs, I yell for my mom, and there’s no answer. Then it occurs to me that they were running errands, had doctor’s appointments, and would be gone for the day.
I swing the front door open, and he pushes off his hood and removes his glasses.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I had to find you,” he responds, not moving.
“How did you find me? Don’t tell me. You have people?”
He smiles.
Fuck! He’s so sexy. I have a wide range of emotions rushing at me all at the same time. I’m mad. I’m excited. I’m scared. I’m angry. I’m happy. FUCK!
“Why?” I question.
“Why what?” he volleys back.
“Why are you here?”
“Because I don’t want to cruise with anyone else ever again.”
That’s a pretty damn good answer.
I step out onto the porch, and he takes a step toward me.
“I fell in love with you, and I needed to know if you feel the same way.”
That’s pretty good too.
Step by step, we continue walking toward each other slowly.
His eyes never leave mine. So focused and deliberate. So intoxicating.
As we reach each other, only air separates us.
“So, you fell in love with me?” I ask coyly.
“Yes.”
His scent knocks me over, and the sound of his voice reverberates through my body. I feel weak.
I feel his arm wrap around my waist.
“Nice outfit.” He smirks.
At that exact moment, I realize I’m not wearing any pants. Yup. Threw on the hoodie and didn’t even bother to put on pants. Thank God the hoodie covers my thong.
I bury my head in his chest, embarrassed. But God, to feel his arms wrap around me and hold me against his firm body, I really don’t care who sees me.
“Maybe we should go inside?” he suggests.
As we walk inside, he asks, “Are your parents home?”
“No, they’re out for the day.”
I close the front door, turn, and find him standing right in front of me. He takes my arms and holds them up over my head. He closes the gap between our bodies quickly. I don’t fight him.
He holds my clasped hands with one hand while the other hand glides along my side, slowly sending jolts to the corners of my body and quivers to my center.
“If you don’t want me, I will leave right now, and you’ll never see me again.”
I do want him, and I feel my body surrendering to him .
“I’m falling in love with you, Andrew.”
“I’m falling in love with you too, Delaney.”
He leans in, and our lips connect. Although it’s been only forty-eight hours since our last kiss, it feels like a lifetime ago. Our tongues quickly find each other, and I feel him press against me, pinning me in place.
He reaches down with his free hand and begins to lift the thick grey hoodie over my head. I’m not wearing a shirt or a bra, which is quickly apparent as he tosses my sweatshirt to the floor. I’m standing there in only a black lace thong, and he picks me up, and I bind my legs around his waist like a koala bear. My arms wrap around his neck as our kissing becomes more passionate.
“Take me upstairs,” I demand.
Without missing a beat, he carries me upstairs as I direct him to my room. He gently places me on the bed, taking in my naked body. His eyes are deep and intentional. I feel him looking into my soul, and the fact that we have said we love each other makes me feel complete. He slowly slides between my legs and lowers his knees to the floor. I feel his large hands glide the length of my legs, his touch making me crave more. His fingers slide under the band of my thong. I feel his lips on my thigh as my head sinks deeper into the mattress.
He looks at me, asking permission to go further. I look down at him, and we both smile.
“Hey, how did you know my name?” I randomly ask.
“What?” he says, looking surprised.
“You said, and I quote, ‘I’m falling in love with you too, Delaney.’ How did you know my name?”
BEEP…BEEP…BEEP
I’m startled as I reach over and turn my alarm off.
Fuck !!
I roll over and stare at the ceiling. I’m having sex dreams about Andrew.
What the fuck was that?! I told him that I was falling in love with him. Yes, the dream was sexy and pussy-throbbing, but now I realize that I’m in love with him. Not only do I love him, but I’m soaking wet and need to calm the current vibrations between my legs.
It doesn’t take long for me to finish my O after dreaming about Andrew tongue-fucking me. Seriously, that was the hottest sex dream I’ve ever had.