Page 56 of Midnight Escape

Her breath hitched. Dare she hope he stopped seeing other women because of her? “Why?”

A deep, rumbling laugh that had her wanting to do all kinds of things to him reached her. “Now it’s my turn.”

At the hard knock on the door, she jumped. When her gaze locked with his, Danny smiled. “It’s okay. Takeout, remember?”

She must’ve looked like a frightful rabbit the way his eyes had softened to soothe her.

Danny set his drink on the coffee table, stood, and walked to the door. “Why the hell did I install a doorbell when everybody knocks or just walks right in?” He turned to give her the evil eye when she’d giggled at his question. She caught his smile before he turned back.

While Danny dealt with paying and carting the two bags to the living room coffee table, she collected plates, utensils, and napkins for them, plus a beverage for her. Before they filled plates, Danny called Cowboy in to grab something for him and John, and then take it back to their posts.

Alone, candlelight and a casual dinner created a romantic air. She became downright giddy with the knowledge.

Sliding to the floor at the living room coffee table, her body warmed as his strong thighs settled beside her. Hoping for the “hand almost touching” scene like in movies that brought on snogging, she smiled as she took a sip of beer.

Chapter Twenty-Four

When Danny turned to Moira in the kitchen after dinner, and she bounced off his chest, this time, he caught her. The heat flying between them had been nearing an inferno. They’d talked and laughed like normal people having dinner, but the looks they’d shared had been so hot, the flames engulfed them.

He’d known cleaning up the dishes—few as there were since they’d had takeout—would be a good excuse to get close to her, to touch her hand when handing off dishes to dry. And he knew that bumping into her could also be an option. Case in point.

He held her arms tightly against him. He heard, rather than felt, the hitch in her breathing. It fed his desire to take her to bed. And it was damn time he did that with her.

“If you don’t want this,” he said in a hoarse voice, “now is the time to speak up.”

With her adorable Irish accent, she said, “Aye, I want this.”

He pulled her so close that nothing but air could move between them. He lowered his head and tasted her sweet lips. She tasted like Chinese takeout and beer and something unique that he longed to taste more of.

Brushing her lips softly, he took his time playing over the top of them, before prodding her lips open with his tongue. She didn’t stop him or hesitate. In no time, the kiss turned fierce, his tongue demanding dominance and his mouth hard and wanting.

Justin’s name flitted in and immediately out of his mind. She was his, and he’d fight anyone he needed to for her, including his brother.

With his arms around her, he tightened his hold. Now that he had her, he never wanted to let her go.

Their mouths melded perfectly, and their kisses set his cock to standing strong, ready for her. The thought of being inside her made him groan with need and try again to get her closer, although it was impossible.

“You taste so good,” he rasped.

She laughed. “Yeah, like Chinese food.”

He grinned down at her. “There’s that. Plus, more.”

With that, he took her mouth again, rubbing his hand up and down her back, resting on her nicely shaped bottom. He squeezed and pulled her tightly against his groin to let her feel his hard length and his desire for her. When she moaned, he could’ve come at the sound alone. Making love to her became his number one priority.

She made the first move by tugging his shirt from his jeans and pulling it over his head in one smooth movement. It didn’t embarrass him that he’d been too slow to initiate this phase of their making out, but he made sure to reciprocate. After, he stared at her in a white lacy bra and couldn’t decide whether to remove it properly or rip it from her body, so he could see her bare breasts. Luscious breasts he’d been eyeing for a while now.

To make it easier for him, she turned with her back toward him and the hooks facing him. He quickly reached up, unfastening the first hook, before he heard, “Friendly, incoming,” in his ear.

He dropped his head and worked to hold onto what had once been passion but had turned to anger. Whoever interrupted them had best have a good reason. And he couldn’t think of any at the moment.

He refastened the bra and turned her. “You’d best get dressed.” He reached for his own polo. “We have company.”

Her eyes widened, and he wasn’t sure if it was surprise or fear.

To alleviate one possibility, he said, “It’s friendly.”

Relief washed over her features. So, she was more scared than she let on. He’d remember that.

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