Page 9 of Words from the Heart
Chapter 7
Delilah cleared the table when they finished eating. Parker tapped the wooden box in the space next to him, “What’s this?”
“Oh – I meant to ask you earlier, but…” she cut her eyes at him, “you know. Anyway, did Momma Belle ever mention writing me or anything?”
“Not that I remember, why?”
“Because that box has several letters addressed to me. And one for you. It’s weird, why wouldn’t she have sent them to me?”
“Huh. That’s weird. Wonder why she’d write me a letter? I saw her almost every day. You gonna read them?”
Delilah snagged the box, slipping the cool brass lock open, and lifted the lid. She pulled them free, placing the stack on the table and handed Parker his. “I haven’t decided. It’s just weird, right?”
Parker nodded as he fingered the cool white envelope. On the front she had scribbled his name, when he flipped the envelope over, Isabelle had written a message.
My dear Parker. Please read this in the privacy of your home. And when it’s time, share it with Delilah. I loved you, boy. Take care of my baby –
Isabelle
Parker smiled, folding the envelope in half he shoved it into his pocket. Delilah watched him, curiosity filling her brilliant green eyes. Parker reached out and ran his finger down her cheek, “You’re going to be the death of me, Delilah,” standing, “I should probably get going.” As he spoke, a crack of lightning struck outside, followed by a pattering of rain drops. The lights flickered, shutting off completely.
“Well shit.” Parker hissed out, “and the generator is still down. Guess I won’t be going just yet. This storm is a nasty one.”
Internally Delilah was cheering, why she had no idea. She didn’t need to lust after a man right now. Glancing at the clock that continued to tick, thanks to the battery that operated it, “Well, it’s almost ten anyway. You slept a long time.” She shrugged, “You can just sleep in one of the spare bedrooms and go home in the morning.”
Parker ran his hand down the back of his neck, “You sure. I’ve driven in worse.” Just then a bolt struck again, shaking the house. Delilah jumped, colliding with Parker when she did.
“Um…” she laughed.
“Maybe you’re just scared and want me to stay,” he chuckled, “Fine… but, I am far from tired.”
“Well, I have wine. We could sit in the living room and talk.”
“I’d like that. Let me get the glasses.”
Delilah retrieved the wine and met Parker on the couch. She’d lit some candles, casting an orange glow throughout the room. They sat like that for nearly an hour, at some point Delilah had opened a second bottle of wine, the effects hitting her as she admired Parker’s profile in the dim light.
“You’re really gorgeous.” Shit she’d said that out loud, the wine was messing with her head.
“Thanks,” Parker laughed, taking her glass from her hand, “I think you’ve had more than enough.”
When he turned back to face her, he sucked in a breath at her beauty. The candlelight gave her already brilliant eyes an ethereal glow.
“Parker,” Delilah whispered his name and then moved to straddle him on the couch. Her lips pressed into his as her hands fisted his hair. She couldn’t help but grind her hips against him, eliciting a growl.
“Delilah…” his tone a warning, “you’re playing with danger.”
“Maybe I like to live dangerously every now and then.” She scrapped his bare back with her fingernails. Parker tugged her shirt, pulling it over her head. She wore a simple black lace bra, that cupped her full breasts perfectly.
“Fuck… are you sure? If this isn’t what you want, we need to stop now.” He glanced into her eyes, searching for confirmation.
Delilah slipped her hand down his chest, cupping his painfully hard cock from the outside of his jeans, “I. Want. You.” She moaned as she pressed into him.
Parker gripped her hips, lifting her as he stood and flipped her to her back. He pressed his knee between her legs and captured her lips with his. He kissed and fucked her mouth, trailing his tongue down her neck, pausing to nip and suck at the tender flesh. Delilah arched into him, trying to grind her aching center against his leg.
“Please,” she moaned, begging for the release she was chasing. Parker traced his hand down her side, his fingers grazing her smooth skin as he slowly eased his hand beneath her leggings. His fingers slipped passed the tiny lace undies she wore, burying his digits into her slick folds. His free hand tugged at the lace material, releasing her heavy breasts. His tongue circled her pert nipple, sucking it between his lips as his fingers slipped in and out of her channel.
Delilah couldn’t stop the orgasm that ripped through her body. Screaming she arched into his hand, soaking his palm as her desire spilled out. Parker pulled his fingers from her channel, licking them clean as he did.
