I catch his attention and wave him over. He hops up and pats Xavier on the head, leaving him to knock the wooden blocks over one more time. “You stay here, buddy. Be right back.”
“Hey, I’m headed home. Thanks for helping out, it worked out great since we were short-handed.”
“Yeah, sure thing. I’m gonna stick around a bit. But I’ll see you later.” He infuses his last word with meaning that sets my pulse racing straight to my pussy.
I ignore the throb between my legs. “We’ll see.”
He takes my hands and pulls me close, kisses me on the cheek, and whispers, “We will see. Later never came the other day. Today? I’ll be over after dark.”
* * *
True to his word, there’s a knock just after sunset. My heart rate ratchets up, but I take a couple of deep breaths on my way to the door. I fully planned to turn him away when he got here, especially when I think of that girl and him against the wall at the shelter yesterday. But as I lay my hand on the knob, all I can think of is Danny laying his hands on my body.
Damned wild oats.
I open the door. He’s barefoot, wearing tattered jeans and a tank.
Hands in his pockets, he looks up from under those too-thick lashes and grins. “It’s later.”
Before I can loosen my tongue and get a word out, he’s through the door. Palms on my ass and mouth on mine, he backs me into the bedroom.
I’m lost.
I’ve been lost to Danny for six glorious, hot and sexy weeks. I try to get school work done in the mornings. We volunteer during the afternoon. Then, come nightfall, he’s in my bed, and we’re going at it like rabbits. Only, I don’t imagine rabbits have this much fun.
When he takes me, he does it hard with just the right amount of rough. After we finish, I roll away from him and go into the bathroom. He leaves while I clean up. I like it this way. Less clingy. Less dangerous. Because Danny is definitely dangerous.
I let the shower heat and run a brush through my hair. My reflection in the mirror tells the story. Flushed and smiling, lips swollen from his kisses, breasts missing his touch even though it’s been less than five minutes since his mouth was on them. I let out a shaky breath and roll my eyes.
This is silly. Just get on with it; wash him off and change the sheets. His scent is too comforting to sleep with. My linens are going to wear out if this continues.
I can’t let myself feel the things trying to bulldoze into my heart.
I just can’t.
But I’m not sure I can do without him either. Not now.
After my shower, I wrap in a towel.
Danny sits propped against my pillows, ankles crossed, hands behind his head. “Hey, beautiful.”
I stop in the doorway. “Why are you still here?”
He grins. “For weeks, all I do when I go back to my bed is dream of being in yours. Maybe if I stay, I can dream about something else for a change.”
I pull a tank top from my dresser, shaking my head. “You need to go home.”
He’s off the bed with his arms around me before I close the drawer.
His hands dive into the opening of the towel, letting it slip to the floor. “Why? You worried about Mom and Dad finding out I’ve been here? Don’t. I stay out all the time. They won’t even notice.”
He smoothes his palms over my ass and pulls me to his naked body. His cock pushes hard against my bare belly while his lips leave a trail of kisses to the hollow of my neck.
He picks me up and sets me on the dresser. The marble top is cold under my butt.
“I’ll leave if you really want me to.” He slides a finger into my already wet slit. “But I don’t think you do.”
He pushes his thumb against my clit as he pumps his fingers inside me. I spread my legs, bracing myself, hands on the back edge of the dresser. His mouth finds my pink tipped breasts and, again, I’m lost.
As he pleasures me, a small voice in the recesses of my mind laughs at the idea that I can keep him at arm’s length when he’s so close to me. Of course, I can’t hold him at a distance—he’s Danny.
The same Danny I’ve crushed on since I was twelve.
CH. TEN
Morning sex is the best—something I never knew until Mo.
I’d never stayed with a girl over-night until three nights ago. Hell, I’ve hardly spent more than a few hours with any girl. Mo was right when she said I don’t do relationships. I just do the ladies and leave. They don’t seem to mind, and it isn’t like I’m not up front about what I’m there for—what I’m willing to give.
Now, I’m willing to give it all. To Mo. Whatever she wants.
Funny thing is, she’s the one pushing me out of bed every morning before daybreak.