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Then he kissed me, and all coherent thought left my addled brain.

Chapter Two

Sonny

I knew I shouldn’t be doing what I was doing, but once I touched her, I couldn’t stop.

Seriously. I. Could. Not. Stop.

Delani Whitman was positively addicting. All my dreams come true, wrapped up in one deliciously perfect package. Any thought she might object disappeared when I felt her arms wrap around my neck and her soft, curvy body press against me.

Fuck yes.

All those furtive, stolen glances these past few months boiled down to one thing—I wanted her. The fact of her boyfriend was the only thing keeping me away, but now that I knew he was out of the picture, I had no reason to.

Fuuckk.

She tasted so good. Even better than I imagined. Yeah, the place was full of rich, decadent chocolate—a true weakness of mine—but really, she was so much better than that. And I was hooked.

I crushed her lips beneath mine, sucking on the pillow soft flesh before plundering her mouth with my tongue like some treasure-seeking pirate. My pulse raced and my heart pounded so loudly I thought I might go deaf.

I couldn’t hear anything but a resounding roar inside my brain built of desire for this perfect creature. That and the sounds of our rough breathing, and the slide of our clothes as we rubbed against each other. I swallowed her groan, pulling her body into direct contact with mine as I walked her backward. Once I had her back pressed against the wall, I was free to allow my hands to roam all over her beautiful curves.

All I could think about was how much I wanted her. My brain was in neanderthal mode, and I could hardly think in coherent sentences. This woman had been on my mind for weeks now. She was all I could see, hear, and think about.

Kiss her. Touch her. Taste her. Fuck her.

How many nights had I dreamed about sinking into her hot, sexy body? How many times had my mind wandered over to the ways I could make her scream my name? My dick throbbed, and I ground my pelvis into the hot apex of her thick thighs, holding one high in my greedy hand.

Seriously, the amount of headspace she’d claimed was already way beyond what I’d experienced in my thirty-seven years. I had enjoyed the fuck out of my bachelorhood. Sexual encounters were not new to me. But nothing compared to having this sweet, curvy goddess in my arms.

“Wait,” she said, and I slowed my sensual assault.

“Don’t wanna wait, Del. I just want you.”

Her eyes dilated at my husky whisper, and heat sizzled between us. Was it possible she felt it, too? That unmistakable pull between the two of us? I didn’t believe in magic or fate, but fuck, this woman tempted me like no other.

“Yes, Sonny. I want you, too. Have for a while now,” she confessed—and at that exact moment, the whole entire world stopped moving.

Her eyes were glazed with lust, and I lost myself in them for a long, drawn out moment until I processed what she’d said. Somehow, some why this gorgeous woman wanted me, too. And I was more than ready to take our polite neighborly acquaintanceship to a whole new level.

Fuck yes.

With a barely contained growl, I recaptured her lips, reaching beneath her apron to pull down her pants. Her hands were on the buttons to my shirt and my pants. I groaned as she ran her short nails down my chest and stomach to dip inside my jeans. Her hand wasn’t big enough to fully circle my cock, but she had a good grip, and fuck me, I went cross-eyed when she offered a long, tight stroke.

“Not yet, baby. First, I get to play,” I growled, dropping to my knees in front of her.

Delani went to untie her apron, but I grabbed her hand. I’d been wanting to fuck her while she wore nothing but that bolt of red tied to her body for weeks now.

“The apron stays, but you can get rid of your shirt and bra,” I commanded, watching carefully as her eyes dilated with pleasure at my terse instruction.

Good. she wasn’t going to fight me on this. I wasn’t usually a control freak, but here, with her, I needed to be in command. Otherwise, this would be over far too soon. My cock throbbed just knowing she enjoyed being told what to do during sex, and I couldn’t wait to praise her with plenty of good girls and pats on her perfectly round ass.

“Lift your thigh onto my shoulder. Lemme see that pretty pussy,” I told her.

“Like this,” she whispered, her breathy moan more stimulating than I could ever imagine.

“Good girl,” I growled, pressing kisses to the soft skin of her inner thighs.

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