Page 61 of Time Out

I’d left my bra and underwear on, both modest and cotton and full coverage, and stood in front of him, showing him more than my flesh—my vulnerability and my desire was on bold display.

“Come here, then.”

He scooted back to the other side of the hot tub, giving me plenty of room, but I hesitated. “I don’t think I’m actually supposed to be in a hot tub.”

“It’ll be all right. Sit on the edge and put your feet in.”

Which probably wouldn’t make me too hot, and there was no way I could overheat more than I already was, so I listened.

Davis’s gaze didn’t move from my face while I climbed up and in. His body was tense, ready to help if I slipped. Once I was sitting at the edge, my feet resting on the seat in front of me, I groaned as the warm water washed over my lower legs, warmed my feet and made my entire body shiver.

“I turned it down the other day,” he said, moving closer to me until his hands were running up my legs, my thighs. “I read about water being too hot, at least for your first trimester, and in case you ever wanted to use it, wanted it to be safe for you.”

I was no longer sure giving myself to Davis was any gamble at all.

“That was nice of you.”

“I know.”

His hands settled at my hips and he used my body as leverage to pull himself closer until he was on his knees in front of me. The warm water dripped off his chin, his chest, rolled down his body as he lifted himself up onto his knees while I sat there, caging him in with my legs and his hands making large, firm but tender sweeps down the outside of my legs and back.

“I’m a nice guy. We’ve already agreed on that. So tell me, what’d you come out here for?”

“You. I came for you.”

His full lips kicked into a grin and his hand at my hip brushed up my back, pushed away my hair until his hand was cupping the back of my neck and he was tugging me down until our lips met.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my lips brushed his as I did, and then there was no more time for words or talking or asking because his mouth pressed to mine and he stole my nerves and my indecision with a kiss.

Our lips parted, tongues slid together and there was a sound from my throat as soon as there was an almost contented sounding sigh from his.

Yes, Davis was no risk. Not tonight anyway.

My hands settled at his shoulders, ran through his hair while he held me to him, and his other hand explored my body, down my side, my leg. He brushed his hands over my stomach and then up to my breasts. As soon as his fingers ran over my hardened pebble beneath the cotton of my bra, a gasp escaped me, and I arched into him.

“No one can see us out here,” he reminded me. He slowed our kiss and tugged down one of the cups of my bra and pinched the nipple he’d barely grazed before.

My hips bucked, and who cared if the whole world saw this. Davis kneeling in front of me, dipping his head to take that nipple in his mouth while he removed my bra at the back. As soon as it was loose, I wiggled it down my arms, used the edge of the hot tub to steady myself, and Davis came back.

Kissed my clavicle, my shoulder. He slid to the side, only enough to hide me if anyone had any possible view of us, and I clung to his hair while he worked my breasts, taking time with each. His mouth. His fingers.

“Touch yourself,” he said, and I obeyed before I realized I was doing it. My fingers slipped beneath my underwear and found me soaking wet for him, so needy I groaned, and pleaded with him as my head fell back and my face tipped to the sky where city lights hid the stars, but I didn’t need them.

As my eyelids closed, light exploded behind my eyes as Davis tugged at the edges of my underwear, tugged them down my legs and tossed them somewhere—who knew—who cared before his mouth replaced my fingers.

I came like a rocket, so wet, so primed for him as he sucked my clit into his mouth, and pressed a finger inside of me. My entire body lit up the night with ecstasy, and I bit down on my tongue so I didn’t scream his name to the heavens.

His lips pressed against my thighs, the curve of my hip and to the other side as I slowed and came down. “Please tell me this means you’re giving me a chance.”

There was hesitancy there as if he knew ahead of time this might have been for one night but was still willing to give me what I needed, regardless of risk or cost to him.

“Yes.” My hand slipped through his hair, to the back of his neck and over his shoulder. “What can I do for you?”

“You’ve already done it.” He glanced at me from between my thighs. “I’ll do my best to make sure you never regret it.”

There was a lot I could regret in life. A lot of choices I’d made and wished I wouldn’t, but regardless of how this ended, I would never regret Davis.

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