Page 35 of I've Got You

It smelled of his aftershave. I took in the room, surprised by how light and airy it felt, as he led me to an en suite bathroom. “Here. You can grab a shower in my room while I give Libby a superfast bath in the main bathroom. There are clean towels in the cupboard.” Before I had time to respond, he’d waltzed out the room with a grubby Libby in his arms and left me standing there all too aware I was going to be stripping off and taking a shower where he did.

Swallowing hard, I pushed the door closed, pulled out a towel, and then turned on the shower. I stripped down, wondering what to do with my soiled clothes. I really hadn’t thought this through. Too late to turn back, so I folded them up and placed them on the floor. Steam filled the room as I stepped under the spray. Just a quick wash would suffice to get the congealed oatmeal off the pieces of skin it had managed to attach itself to. Glancing around, I spotted shower gel and reached out for it. I sniffed it like a creeper, a rush of lust spiraling up my spine when the scent was familiar. After the light aftershave he sometimes wore, this was my second-favorite scent on Davis. Shit, I seriously was a creeper. That didn’t stop me from washing myself down and taking a few seconds longer than necessary to wash my balls. I should not have ventured there. This situation was not the right time to be getting turned on by Davis.

Pulling my hand away, I switched off the hot and gasped when the cold spray hit me, effectively shriveling my cock and sucking my balls into my stomach. I gritted my teeth and waited till all thoughts of a wet Davis in this shower were frozen from my mind before I turned off the tap and stepped out.

After patting myself dry, I edged toward the door. Nerves worked their way through my system. This shouldn’t be a big deal. With that thought, I stepped out into Davis’s bedroom just as he came through the door. He was still shirtless and looked hotter than sin. I held on to the knot in the towel around my waist, making sure it was secure. I didn’t need to humiliate myself by flashing the guy. “So, clothes?”

He nodded, his eyes no longer on my face but instead roaming my chest. I was confident it mirrored how I’d checked him out when I’d first arrived. His tongue darted out, giving the barest of licks to his bottom lip as his gaze traveled higher. It took a great deal of willpower not to allow my body to react as he perused seemingly every inch of exposed skin. “Yeah.” He nodded again.

When our eyes finally met, it was impossible to miss the flare directed my way. I just had no idea if now was the time to do anything about it. I cleared my throat and tilted my head. “Libby?”

“Bouncing around in her cot with some toys.”

I bobbed my head, unsure of my next move.

I needn’t have worried.

In three long strides, he was before me. His hand around the back of my head, he angled himself and pressed his lips to mine. I’d prepared for urgent, a clash of tongues, a bruising push of lips. Instead, the kiss was so much more.

Davis stroked his lips over mine, the touch so soft, so light that only the feel of his hand and the brush of his stubble kept me grounded. My eyes closed. He repeated the move with the gentlest press against my lips, until finally, his tongue darted out and connected with mine for the briefest of moments. Lights danced before my closed eyelids at the rush of sensation. The fumbling kiss as a teenager, the uncomfortably forced kisses with women, the disappointing kiss that one time with an unknown man… they were all meaningless, memories I was happy to let dissolve in this blast of heat.

Kissing Davis was everything I had always hoped it could and would be since finally knowing him. The barest of caresses of tongues, the tender pressing of our mouths together. Not rough and hard, not now, not for this first time. I hoped to God there’d be time for that.

An unbidden groan left my mouth when my arm wrapped around his back, and I pressed closer to him. His heated skin touched mine, the hardness of his muscle combined with the scratch of the small amount of chest hair I’d previously admired feeling so right against me. As if sensing my growing need and urgency, Davis gently pulled back, dotting two more sweet kisses to my mouth.

With the small distance, my ears tuned in to his daughter chattering in her room. This was most definitely not the time and place.

Pulling back a little more, I focused on Davis’s face. A slow smile quickly found its way to his mouth, and his eyes connected with mine. Slowly, his hand released the back of my head, and he trailed his fingers to my cheek, then my lips. He stroked my bottom lip, and I was tempted to take one of his fingers into my mouth but resisted. Libby’s garbling voice was growing louder.

“Okay?” His question had me flicking my eyes once more to his mouth, and I nodded silently.

He groaned, and my eyes widened before lifting to his. “Fuck.” After one quick, hard press of his lips to mine, he pulled away completely and backed toward the door. Lazily, he trailed his gaze down my body, and I became all too aware I was standing with a towel wrapped around my naked body with a raging hard-on. I didn’t even have to look to know I’d created a tent. He shook his head and groaned once more before spinning on his heel and leaving the room.

Alone, I exhaled loudly, then gasped for fresh air, welcoming the rush to my lungs.Holy shit. That just happened. I would have fallen onto his bed, needing a moment to regroup, but the fear of breaking my erection was real. I didn’t think there’d been a time I was this hard in my life. Instead, I looked down at myself, perplexed. I still hadn’t figured out what to wear.

When I heard Davis already heading downstairs, no doubt with Libby, I took the risk and tugged open his drawers. Bingo. Sweatpants. I took hold of a pair and pulled them on, then reached in the drawer below, hoping to find a tee. Smiling at my success, I removed a green T-shirt and put it on too. The time to dress gave me the moments I needed to cool off. Not wanting to overthink it, I headed downstairs and walked into the kitchen, slamming to a halt when I realized we were no longer alone.

Both Tanner and Carter spun in my direction, their eyes widening when they took me in, both pairs of eyes landing on my bare feet.

“I didn’t know you went to culinary school too, Scott. You really are a man of many talents.” Carter’s eyes lit with amusement, and I glanced down at the tee I’d selected.

My eyes immediately sought out Davis’s, who was on his knees cleaning up Libby’s breakfast mess. He winked at me and shook his head. With a roll of his eyes, he said, “Cut it out, wiseass. Scott had to change because Libby took advantage of his good deed.”

My shoulders relaxed a little, but I still noticed Tanner staring at me, hard.

“Hey.” I found my voice and headed further into the room, debating my next move. I side-stepped them both and reached for my cold coffee. Knowing I couldn’t stomach it, I took it to the sink. “I should get g—”

“No chance.” I whipped my head in the direction of Davis’s voice. “Ignore these jerkoffs.” He stood and clipped Tanner around the head. “Stop shooting fu—dging daggers at the guy, for Satan’s sake.”

“The hell?” Tanner jolted and rubbed his head. “I wasn—”

“You were, babe,” Carter agreed, reaching for Libby, who’d been tentatively wobbling over to him and had made a grab for his legs. He took her hands before she fell, a proud smile on his face at Libby’s walking.

Tanner shrugged and huffed out a sigh. “Aren’t you supposed to have my back,babe?”

Carter shook his head and tickled Libby under her chin, bobbing his tongue out at her. “Not when you’re being an a-hole for no reason.”

“It’s not for no reason.” He slammed his hands in his pockets, looking genuinely perplexed that he was being called out.

---