Which meant she should probably pull herself out of fantasyland and force herself back into the real world.
“I need to go home. I’m working tonight.”
“No,” he said, muttering into her shoulder, his arm wrapped around her waist as he tugged her against his body. “Call out sick.”
“O’Haras don’t get sick. It’s a thing with us.”
“Call out horny.”
That made her smile. “I’m pretty sure the station chief would not appreciate that.”
David sighed deeply, then lifted his head. “When am I going to see you again?”
“Can I ask you another question instead?”
“Uh oh. This sounds serious.” He rested his head on his hand and waited.
She didn’t want to do it. She didn’t want to spoil what for her had been the greatest night of her life to date. But she had to know, if only to hang on to what was left of her sanity. Because in truth he had fucked her brains out.
“How long are you in town for? I mean eventually you’ll have to go back to London, right?”
He lowered his eyes. “Eventually.”
“I get that this is temporary. I’m cool with it, because I knew that going in, but I guess I need to know how temporary.”
He sighed and rolled onto his back. “I’m here until the work is done. When that will be, I’m not sure.”
“I work the next three days, then I’m off two. Are you going to still be around then?”
Again he didn’t look at her, but at the ceiling instead. “I want to be. Does that count?”
She turned to him and cupped his cheek in her palm. She didn’t want to end this night, this morning on any kind of a sour note. “Yeah, that counts. Now I really have to go.”
“I realized you didn’t text your father. I know this because I had you naked and underneath me or on top of me all night. I imagine he’ll be worried.”
“I doubt it. He knows I’m a grown woman who can handle herself.”
“Still a father worries,” David said even as he reached up to play with a lock of her hair.
Sinead didn’t want to contradict him, but honestly she doubted if her father would even notice she hadn’t come home. “I told you. It’s…complicated between us.”
“I get that. I do. I suppose I’m saying don’t shut him out completely. I was… unkind toward my mother and we never had the opportunity to reconcile before she died. If I understood her addiction was a sickness, I might have been a little more sympathetic. She’s gone now and there are no do overs.”
Sinead nodded. Then to dispel the mood she leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I don’t know about that. You did me over a few times last night.”
He smiled, but there was something else in his eyes. Longing?
“You’ll be gone from me for a single minute and I will miss you,” he told her.
“That’s sweet.”
“And unfortunately true.”
Sinead got out of bed, pulling the top sheet off with her. She did this because she realized her clothes were still in the living room where she had stripped for him earlier, and somehow walking around his house naked felt super naughty.
“Ahh,” he said even as he rolled off it to let her have the sheet. “My little prude is back. That’s a good thing. It means I’ll be thinking of all the nasty things I can do to you. Things you probably never thought you would do. Maybe I’ll start by jerking off and coming on those lovely tits of yours.”
Sinead just walked away from him, grateful he couldn’t see the blush on her cheeks. Honestly, he was impossible.
And amazing.
She had picked up her clothes and was making her way back to the bedroom to change in the bathroom when she saw him leaning against the doorway stark naked. She’d had her mouth on every piece of flesh she could reach last night, but seeing him like this in the morning sun it was different.
Wide shoulders, narrow hips. A six pack that surprised her when she’d finally been able to touch him. He was harder than he looked when clothed, stronger. In his suit he’d seemed elegant and in his jeans he’d seemed casual.
Naked, he was a bit of a beast.
“Don’t go,” he said, his arms crossed over his chest.
“As fun as last night was, I don’t think even you have another round in you.”
He shook his head. “I didn’t mean that… I meant… don’t go to work, don’t go home. Stay with me for however long we have. Let’s not waste a minute of whatever this is.”
It was tempting to say yes. To forget who she was and all her responsibilities and just go with it. Like she did with the dress and the shoes. Like she did with the sex. With him she was spontaneous and wild. Without him, she had no doubt her life would go back to normal. A normal that was colorless and bland. Boring.