Page 36 of Sunny Undone

Fucking hot. Not gonna lie.

I’m gonna oil them and fuck them and come all over her chin, if she’ll let me.

I sit up, putting my feet on the ground as she tugs off her socks. “Come here.”

Della does as I ask, coming to a halt close to me, and I reach for her hip, tugging her until she is right between my thighs.

“I want to take these off,” I say, slipping my fingertips beneath the hem of her practical white cotton panties.

She bites down on her lip. “Okay.”

Her hands reach for my shoulders, her fingers digging in a little as I slide her panties slowly over her hips. I like that she seems comfortable touching me.

As I lower them farther, I see she trims her bush but doesn’t shave it at all. It’s fucking hot on her.

She steps out of her panties when I reach her ankles, and then, Dr. Della Hart is standing naked before me, with all the noise of the clubhouse in the background. And I have a fleeting thought that I should have, perhaps, taken her home. Taken her away from this place.

But this is one night. Or one weekend, if I’m lucky.

Not a pretense, because I meant every word I said to her.

Della isn’t made for the world I live in. She’s too good to be comfortable with the delicate lines I walk with the law. And at some point, she’ll head back to the academic world she belongs in and find some guy with as many degrees as she has.

“It’s unfair that you’re still wearing jeans,” Della points out, dragging me from my thoughts.

Jesus, why am I still wearing them when I have Della’s naked body standing right in front of me?

So, I stand, and she takes a step back. “Then, strip me, Indy.”

She tries not to grin and fails.

Fuck.

There it is again. That feeling that keeps catching me right behind the ribs.

I’ve made women come before. I’ve made them swear. Made them scream my name in ways that would definitely offend polite society. But I don’t remember ever being quite so pleased about one smile.

I toe off my boots to make her life a little easier. And she fumbles with the button and the zipper but wastes no time shucking my jeans and boxer briefs simultaneously. Then, she works on my socks.

“Oh,” she says, when she tugs the last one off my foot, only to realize just how close to her face my cock is.

“Feel free to touch it,” I say, gripping it and stroking it twice before releasing it.

She shifts from a crouch to kneeling, and I slide my hand around the back of her neck. I can see the internal computation in the lines of her brow. Then, she shocks the hell out of me by rubbing her cheek along the length of my cock. No one has ever done that before, but it lights something inside me.

Never thought cock adoration was a kink of mine, but I’m right here for it.

“Do that again,” I encourage.

And she does, with a little more pressure, a little more patience, and a little more eye contact. Her actions remind me of Mango on the few occasions she likes someone enough.

Then, her tongue dips out and licks the tip, the silvery strand of precum hanging between them hot as she pulls away.

My cock jerks in response.

And so do I. Sucking in a breath.

“You don’t have to—Fuck!”