I don’t wait for his response as I guide Della down the hall, leading her to my room. Hearing her giggles causes my chest to tighten. I love hearing her laugh and knowing without asking that she hasn’t laughed much in the past years. I’m willing to bet longer than she’ll ever admit.
Quickly, I unlock my door and step back to let her in ahead of me. It’s not much in here. I have my house, but the room still has a great deal of things in it. Some clothes are scattered around the room, but it’s not filthy by any means. I pay Minx, one of the saddle bunnies, to come in here and clean up.
Minx isn’t like the others. She been here for about six months and keeps her head down. I honestly don’t think she’s slept with any of my brothers. What she has done, though, is clean up and help where she can.
I step into the room and close the door behind me before rounding Della to the safe in the corner of the room. I press in the code and open it easily, not hiding what’s inside it. I keep money, important documents, and a few guns inside. No one can fuck with this shit without my approval. Only two people have the code to it in case something were to happen to me. Lucifer and Amelia.
“To get the papers out, all you have to do is put in sixty-six-seventy-nine,” I tell Della, closing the safe back up. “When you close it, just hit the check mark and it’ll lock back up.”
“Are you sure you want to tell me this?” Della asks quietly.
Turning to her, I notice she’s fidgeting with her hands, eyes cast downward.
“Why wouldn’t I want you to know the code?” I move to her and pull her into my arms.
Damn, I love having her so close to me.
Especially alone as we are now.
The thought of having her in here has filled my head enough to know that if we don’t get back out soon, I’ll end up doing something I’m sure she’s not ready for.
“I told you because you have papers in there and should have access to them,” I murmur, running a hand along her spine, the other curling around her ass.
“I could have simply asked you to retrieve it for me,” she points out and licks her lips.
I shrug and dip my head down, brushing my lips gently against her. I’ve never been gentle when it comes to women, but fuck if I’m trying with Della.
“Shadow,” she breathes.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me, please.”
The words are barely out of her mouth before I slant my head and claim her lips with mine. Tongue spearing into hers. Della’s moan spurs the kiss deeper.
Her fingers slide up my chest, slipping around my neck to hold onto me. The way she pushes herself up onto her toes to get closer makes my dick twitch behind the zipper of my jeans. I walk her backward until her back hits the wall, my body pressing against hers.
Della moans again as I rock my hips against her, letting her feel how hard I am. My hand slides up her side, brushing the side of her breast before cupping her face. Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her jaw to her neck.
“Shadow,” she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I nip at her pulse point, loving the way her breath catches. “Tell me what you want, little mouse.”
“I want you, Shadow.” The hesitation in her voice makes me pull back enough to look at her face. Her cheeks are flushed. The need for more shines bright in her eyes.
“Baby, in this room, when it’s only the two of us, I’m not Shadow to you. Never am I just Shadow to you,” I tell her, needing to hear her call me Tyler again.
“Tyler.” Della’s voice is soft, almost reverent, as she says my name.
Fuck.
I love the sound of her saying my name. Just hearing it on her lips has made me harder than I already am. I want to hear her say it over and over, screaming it when I make her come.
“Again,” I order, my voice gruff with need.
“Tyler,” she breathes, her eyes locked with mine.
I capture her mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, my tongue stroking against hers. She tastes like coffee and something sweet that’s purely Della. My hand slides down to her ass, squeezing and lifting her against me. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I grind against her center, the friction making us both moan.
