Page 8 of Words from the Heart
Chapter 6
Parker pulled into the driveway, a smile filling his face when he saw Delilah riding towards the barn on Ed, her horse. That damn animal was mean as spit to everyone. Everyone but her apparently. He shut of his engine and headed out to meet her at the barn.
“Thought you were going to go through Isabelle’s things,” he said jogging up to greet her as she closed the barn door.
“Parker… I’m going to do that now. I just thought Ed would love to get out of the barn for a bit, plus I missed riding him. I love to ride,” her eyes caught his, making her blush.
“K… I thought I’d let you know I was here. I want to get the roof done, it’s supposed to storm pretty bad tonight.”
“Oh – need any help?”
“Nah – you do your thing, I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
Delilah nodded and headed inside. She could hear him on the roof, dragging things around and hammering almost immediately. Walking down the hallway, she paused before going into Momma Belle’s room. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped in. It was exactly as she remembered. An old-fashioned dresser lined the wall near the window, her metal framed bed covered the other. Smiling at the pictures the littered the walls and tabletops, Delilah headed into her closet. It was massive for such a moderate sized room. Shaking out one of the garbage bags she’d brought, Delilah began stuffing her clothes inside. She planned on donating all the clothing and shoes to the local women’s shelter. After she’d cleared the racks of clothes, she started sifting through boxes and several bags. Tucked in the corner of the closet sat a decorative wooden box. It had a horseshoe engraved on the top and a simple brass clasp held it closed. Scooping it up, Delilah headed to the bed and sat down. She fiddled with the lock, pulling it open to reveal several letters. Each one of them addressed to her.
“What the hell?” She muttered into the empty room.
Slipping out the bundled stack, she fingered the envelopes. They only had her name scrawled across the front. Delilah searched the box, coming across one more letter at the bottom. This one was addressed to Parker. Tapping her hand on her thigh, she scooped the letters up and tossed them back inside the wooden bin, closing the lid and securing the brass lock. She’d ask Parker if he’d ever seen the box or if Momma Belle had ever mentioned writing letters to her.
She cradled the box under her arm and made her way down the stairs, she was shocked to see the roof was done, and Parker sat sprawled out on the couch. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His skin was reddened from the sun, and his body was glistening with a slight sheen of sweat. Delilah set the box on the kitchen table and tiptoed into the living room. Parkers soft snores filled the space. Delilah grabbed a light blanket and covered him. She felt bad that he had worked so hard in the sun after working all night. After leaving him to sleep, she decided she would make dinner for them. Setting off to cook, she forgot about the box of letters. Just as she was finishing dinner, the rumble of thunder caused her to jump.
She peeked into the living room to see Parker hadn’t budged, he was still sound asleep. Shaking her head, she set the table and went to wake him. Leaning over him, she tapped his shoulder and whispered his name, “Parker.” Like something from a movie, he snatched her hand and flipped them so she was under him on the couch.
“Parker!” Delilah yelled, pushing against his hold.
Parker seemed to snap out of his sleep haze, “Shit – fuck, did I hurt you?” His grasp loosened, but he made no attempt to move. Looking into her eyes, he froze. Delilah shook her head, her words stuck in her throat. He was gorgeous and damnit he was still shirtless.
“Yeah,” she managed to whisper out.
Parker nodded, never breaking eye contact. “Are you going to let me up?” She asked him.
He didn’t move. It was like he was rooted to the spot. Delilah could feel his arousal digging into her hip as he laid on top of her.
“Parker,” she spoke his name again, “You have to get off if you're going to let me…” he cut off her words as he pressed his lips to hers. Delilah couldn’t move, stiffening like a board at first. But as his lips moved against hers, she relaxed, moving your mouth in time with his. Her lips parted allowing him to slip his tongue inside and Delilah couldn’t stop the moan from escaping. Parked finally broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers. Releasing her hands, he pushed himself off the couch.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He glanced towards the kitchen, a faraway look in his eyes.
“Oh.”
Delilah was confused, he seemed to have regretted kissing her, though she could feel the desire through his jeans when he pressed into her.
“I made dinner.” She stood, pushing passed him into the kitchen. Parker snagged her wrist, forcing her to look at him. He stood from his perched position on the couch, pulling her towards him, “That’s a lie. I’m not sorry.”
He caught her lips again, this time the kiss was hard and possessive. He wound his fingers through her hair, holding her head in place as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
When he finally broke the kiss, “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I met you.”
Delilah smiled, “I think I wanted you to kiss me.”
She turned away from him and headed into the kitchen. Parker watched her backside as she walked away from him. He knew the moment his lips touched hers he was screwed.
