Page 83 of Time Out

The rest of forever. How wonderful.

He kissed me again and bent down. Before I knew it, his hands were at my backside, and he was lifting me easily. “Come sleep with me. Spend the night in my arms.”

I’d forgotten completely about Jim being there, sleeping in the room where I’d spent nights before until Davis’s look turned worried.

“Okay,” I whispered. He’d promised me it was okay.

I’d trust him.

“We don’t have to do anything but sleep,” he told me and carried me down the hall.

I was quiet until he set me on my feet in the bedroom and closed the door behind us. Darkness filled the room until he flicked on the light.

I blinked from the harshness of it.

His bed, massive and oh-so deliciously comfortable and wonderful, was the only thing I saw as Davis moved toward his dresser and pulled out a T-shirt before handing it to me.

Suddenly, sleeping was the last thing on my mind.

Between that kiss. His word. Him.

I wanted Davis. Wanted him to know how badly I craved him.

“You sure your dad’s asleep?”

“My dad can—and has—slept through tornado warnings and sirens. He’s out.”

I took the shirt he held out to me and tossed it to the floor. “Then maybe we don’t have to go to sleep quite yet?”

His tongue came out, licked along his bottom lip and his eyes dropped to mine, swept over my breasts where my nipples were hardening beneath my bra and lower before he scraped them back up my body. Every inch of me grew tight. Too hot. Too needy and I shuffled back and forth on my feet to quell the ache that inspection created without a single touch from him.

“You want me?” he asked, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he stepped back before his hands went to his dress pants, pants he’d worn after the game.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Show me. Take off your top, Maggie, and strip.”

Oh dear. As he flicked open the button of his pants and the zip of his zipper going down roared in my ears, my hands went to my shirt.

I pulled it up and over my head, holding it in my hand as I shook out my hair.

“Let me see your tits. They’re fucking perfect and I’ve missed them.”

He was going to kill me. His words. The steely look in his eyes. I was going to explode right in front of his eyes.

I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. Davis hadn’t removed a single piece of clothing yet, but pulled his dress shirt out of the waistband of his pants.

As I pushed down a bra strap, he undid a button. When I dropped it to the floor, he sucked in a breath.

“Can I see you, too?” He was still fully clothed, and I was before him, in torn jeans and shoes, while he looked immaculate in his suit pants and shirt.

“As soon as you’re done.” He dipped his head to my jeans, and another shiver racked my body. My spine heated, and my throat was thick.

How could words and direction do so much to me without a single touch?

It didn’t matter. I listened, stepped out of my shoes, and shoved my jeans down my legs until I had to step out of them. He lifted a hand and steadied me while I removed the rest of my clothes, and then I was in front of him, bare, dressed in nothing but flesh and desire.

“Go lie on the bed, feet at the edge.”

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