Page 62 of Time Out

His hand settled on my lower stomach and he rose so his mouth met mine. “I’ll make sure neither of you regret giving me this chance.”

Tears stung my eyes at his words, the richness of his voice, and I kissed him back, sealing his promise with a kiss until I felt the hard length of him brushed along my legs. I reached down, found pleasure when he jolted and then groaned from my touch and wrapped my hand around his thick, perfect length.

“Shit,” he rasped as I began working him.

Wet from the water, my hand easily slid up and down his length, and my mouth watered to taste him. To taste all of him.

“Can you stand?”

“You don’t have to.” His hand covered mine. “This is enough.”

“I want to give you more.” I pulled my mouth away from his, looked down to where he threaded his fingers between mine and we jerked him off together. “Please?”

I’d never done this. Never wanted to, and even when I tried to learn about sex, watching or imagining this act had never once made my heart race the way it was now.

“I can guarantee I’ll never turn you down or make you ask for this again.”

He stood then, and it was my turn to rake my gaze over his body, the rivulets that ran down sinew arms and chiseled abs but it was the kindness on Davis’s face that grabbed my attention and held my focus as I looked up at him, our hands still tangled together around him and brought it toward my mouth.

“I’ve never done this.”

“You can do nothing wrong. Take as much as you like, don’t be afraid of pressure and use your hand near the base.”

I opened my mouth and slid my tongue over and around the curve of him that was wider at the top than the rest. An unknown sound fell from Davis’s parted lips as he glanced down at me, held hair out of my face with his free hand, and kept his hand at the back of mine, fisting my hair, keeping me steady.

“So damn good. Yes, just like that.”

He encouraged me with words and direction and the sounds most of all that I caused him to elicit.

Me. I was doing this. There was power here, sitting exposed to the weather and the night, completely bare, and yet it was Davis who was vulnerable right now as he let me learn the feel of him, taste him, and take him until his noises became grunts and his fist tightened in my hair.

“Going to finish, Maggie, you don’t have to…”

I took him deeper, gagged as he hit the back of my throat and only moved back enough to do it again.

“Fuck. Maggie.”

My name was a grunt, and he swelled in my mouth, hardened further if possible, and then there was a warm wet stream from him hitting my throat. I swallowed it down as he came, chanting yes and so good on repeat until his knees in front of me shook and he released his hold only hair.

“Was that okay?” I asked when he’d stepped to the bottom of the hot tub, splashed warm water on his face, then stood, leaned over the side, and draped my shoulders with a towel he must have brought.

“Yeah, Maggie.” He kissed me gently, a smile on his lips. “That was better than okay.”

“Good.”

“Better than good, too. You’re fantastic. Every part of you.”

Chapter 19

Maggie

I woke to bright light, and if possible, an even more comfortable bed than before when I spent the night at Davis’s. I curled to the side, opening my eyes in search of him, and found his side of the bed covered with rumpled sheets, but no man. As soon as we’d finished in the hot tub, he’d brought me inside, where he took time drying me off and offered me a fresh T-shirt.

I fell asleep almost immediately, not even aware when he’d come to bed after taking care of himself, but at some point during the night I’d woken to his arms around me and the soft snores he made at my shoulder.

He hadn’t even asked me to spend the night in his bed, I’d just collapsed right into it, but from the way he held me while I slept, he hadn’t seemed to mind.

Which left the other offers he’d made me more difficult to answer.

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