“You must have some good grades as much as you study.”
I close the door. “My grades are fine—what’s your problem?”
EIGHT
He reaches for me. Taking my face in his hands, his lips crash into mine. His tongue invades and conquers. When he raises his head, his heart beats so hard it thumps where it presses against my heaving chest.
He answers, “Nothing’s wrong now.”
My body craves his. So, I back out of his hold, busying myself in the kitchen, pouring a couple of iced teas. “No bandage over your cut?”
He looks at his stitched wrist. “Yeah, doc said three days for the bandage. The stitches come out on Monday.”
I hand him a tea glass and take a long sip of mine.
He gulps his entire drink at once, setting the cup on the counter as he moves around the island to my side. “So, you busy?”
“Now? I was getting ready to go to bed.”
He smiles. “I have perfect timing, don’t I?”
I rub the back of my neck. “You should probably head on home. I don’t want your parents to know we’re here alone. Really don’t think they’d like it.”
“Who gives a shit what they like?”
Propping my hands on my hips, I glare at him. “I do. You should, too. They’re your parents.”
“Well, I don’t care. And you shouldn’t either.”
“Why not? They provide a place for me to live, I respect them. Wouldn’t hurt for you to give that a try.”
“I respect people who deserve it. My mom? Maybe. Dad? Fuck no.”
I run my hand through my still damp hair. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you and your dad, Danny. But I don’t want to get caught in the middle of it, okay? It’s your family. If I had family, I’d hold on with everything I have. I don’t understand the way you are with them.”
“That’s only because you don’t know everything.”
I dump my ice and set my glass in the sink. “Well, I don’t need to know.”
I try to skirt past him, but he grabs my robe. “No. You don’t. Look, I didn’t come here to talk about my family.”
“Somehow I doubt you came to talk at all.”
“Maybe you’re right.” He laughs out loud and smiles like an eight-year-old with a new bike. “The other night was fucking incredible.”
My ears blaze and I lower my eyes. His cock is thick and hard, bulging behind his zipper. Somewhere deep inside my libido answers.
This is ridiculous. “You should probably go before anyone realizes where you are; it’s after ten.”
He leans against the counter and kisses me hard on the mouth. “Nope. I don’t want to go. Let me stay the night. I’ll sneak home in the morning.”
My heart trips over its own feet and my eyes snap back to his. It’s too much. Too fast. I have to slow this down or I’m going to end up hurtling over a cliff, and Danny’s not the guy who’ll be waiting at the bottom to catch me.
“You can’t stay. You know that. Besides, you don’t want to stay all night anyway. You just want to get laid.”
His smile fades. “That’s not fair. You don’t know that.”
I pull out of his hold, self-preservation kicking in. “Oh, c’mon, Danny. Look, it’s okay. I want you too. It’s a physical thing. Sowing oats, or whatever.”
“Oats? What the fuck, Mo?”
“I’m just saying we both know your reputation. You don’t do relationships. The tabloids say you don’t even do over-nighters.” I push away.
He grins. “You follow my shit in the tabloids?”
I let out a sigh. “Do you stay the night with other girls or not?”
He looks away. “I don’t want to talk about other girls. I’m asking you if I can stay. What’s wrong with that?”
“Look, Danny. All I’m saying is let’s not act like this is something it’s not.”
His eyes harden, his voice is even harder. “Fine. I’ll call it what it is, if that makes you let me stay. I want to fuck your brains out so much I can hardly fucking stand myself, Mo. I want to spend all fucking night fucking you and getting off on making you come on my fucking tongue the way you did before. And I want to fuck you so hard and so long you’ll come on my fucking cock too.”
I expel the breath I’ve been holding, my words too shocked to come out of hiding.
He tips my chin up and pulls my bottom lip down with his thumb. “Does that make you fucking happy, Mo? My honesty about what this is?”
I clear my throat, desperately pulling syllables from the mess of thoughts at my feet. “I—yes, it does. I think it’s best if we keep this real. Don’t you? I mean, no one gets hurt if we both go into this with our eyes open, right?”