Page 138 of Against the Clock

The keys jangle as I remove them from the ignition, and I give him a long look, pursing my lips. “I think you need to concentrate on getting better first.”

“There are plenty of things I can do that don’t require my shoulder,” he scoffs.

“Is that right?” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Yeah, and I can’t wait to show you exactly what I mean.”

“You need to rest,” I say laughingly, but he’s not laughing. His gaze is heated, his pupils dilated. When he licks his lips, a little shiver goes through me.

“What I need is you, Kelsey. You.”

Before I can react, he’s opening his door, still graceful despite his injury.

I follow his lead, jumping out of the truck, the distance to the ground much further for me.

“Hey.” Daniel’s leaning against the bed of the truck, a cocky half-smile on his face. “You ready for me to prove to you what I can do without the use of one arm?”

“Daniel,” I huff, crossing my arms and slamming the truck door shut. “You really need to rest.”

“I’m not resting until you’ve come at least once.” He prowls towards me and I shake my head, unable to wipe the grin off my mouth.

“Seriously, you shouldn’t.”

“I might be retiring from football, but that doesn’t mean I’m done wanting a challenge, Kels. You’re going to give me what I want, and what I want right now is you naked on the edge of my bed with your legs spread wide.” He’s right in front of me now and heat rushes through me. Daniel puts a palm against the truck, caging me in with his big body.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want me to lick that perfect pussy until you come, can you?”

His voice is taunting and dangerous, and everything goes tight and loose inside me all at once.

He tilts my chin up with his good hand and I bite my lower lip.

A hoarse laugh comes out of him and he nudges my thighs apart with a knee. “Tell me you don’t want to come on my tongue.”

I swallow hard, then reach up and tug his head to mine, our noses touching. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” he says confidently. “Just… maybe no knees on the shoulders this time.”

I laugh, and he kisses me so fiercely that I’m melting with need.

“I love you so much,” I tell him.

“Good.” His grin takes on an edge and I suck in a breath because good grief, he’s so sexy. “I want you to tell me that when you come in a minute.”

How’s a woman supposed to say no to that?

So I don’t—I tell Daniel Harrison I love him over and over again instead.

And I can’t say I don’t love it when I make him say it back.

EPILOGUE

KELSEY

“You ready, honey?” My dad knocks on the door to Daniel’s room —our room, now—and I grab my clutch, making a beeline for it. I don’t care how old I am, I still don’t want my parents seeing just how messy I make things when I get ready to go somewhere.

Dresses are strewn all over the bed and three different little purses are too, along with several pairs of shoes.

“I’m ready, Dad,” I call out, opening the door and then slamming it shut behind me.

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