Page 11 of XOXO

I laughed out loud at the imagery. Sonny had been rather horny that night, but so was I. Our coming together was the best I ever had, and I needed him to know I had no regrets.

“I am really glad you did. I have no regrets at all about what happened, Sonny, except for maybe what happened after,” I told him.

The look on his face, a heady mixture of need and regret, was enough to melt me into a puddle of goo at his feet. He was deep, this man. Deep, sexy, dangerous. If I wasn’t careful, I’d lose my heart to him. But even acknowledging that, told me I was already too far gone.

“I have to tell you something, Del. After that night with you, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”

“Me either,” I said.

“But missing you would never mean hurting you in any way. I am sorry you thought I would stoop so low, but after what I said, I don’t blame you.”

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry. Damn. It must have been him the entire time,” I said, shaking my head.

“Tell me what he did exactly,” Sonny asked.

The confusion that was in his eyes a moment ago was replaced by concern and mildly reined in anger. We walked over to a small bistro set I had set up in the shop but instead of getting a chair of my own, Sonny sat down and tugged me onto his lap.

Now, I’ve never been a small girl, so this 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 hissed, and I froze on his lap.

“Sorry,” I whispered, mouth forming an o as I felt the hard bar of his cock beneath my cheeks.

“Never apologize for being sexy as fuck, Del. But first, talk to me, then maybe we can do something about this,” he growled, 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.

“Just telling Bear what you told me. Don’t worry, Del,” he said, looking right at me. “That creep won’t bother you again.”

I nodded my head, believing him instinctively. Sonny’s hand was on the back of my neck, where 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, Del. I’m right here.”

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 had 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 forward, I turned my body, so I straddled his hips, then 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 these feelings eclipsed anything I’d ever experienced, I was smart enough to recognize 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 door pad, and he jogged up the stairs, kissing me the entire time. Once we were upstairs, 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.

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