“I wanted to see you.”
“At,” I looked up at the clock on my living room wall, “two-thirty in the morning?”
“I just got stuck at the station late. There was a three-car pile-up that got nasty. We were there for a while.”
The turmoil that played out on his face called to something deep inside me. Moving closer, I lifted on the tips of my toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. I ran my hand down the length of his torso, feeling the taut muscles beneath the white T-shirt he wore.
“Are you okay?”
His lips thinned. “Part of the job.”
“My father used to say the same thing.” A lot of firefighters and police officers often became hardened from the job. How could you not? It was easier than dealing with the pain of death and destruction.
“Are you tired?” I asked but already knew the answer.
He scrubbed a hand down the side of his face. “Exhausted. I should take my ass home.”
He started for the door, but I stopped him with a palm to his chest. “Come on,” I said, grabbing his hand and leading us to my bedroom. As we entered, I remembered that all I had on was a pair of booty shorts and a thin, sleeveless t-shirt.
“You’re not laying on my bed with your shoes on,” I scolded.
“Fair point. He kicked off his shoes at the edge of my bed. I watched as he pushed his jeans down his legs, displaying the black boxer briefs underneath. I grew a little dizzy and had to hold onto the corner metal post of my bed.
“I...I’m not having sex with you tonight,” I said unable to pull my eyes away from his body.
He pulled his shirt over his head.
My fingers itched to reach out and touch, but I held back.
Don chuckled and moved closer. “Nottonight.”
He pecked me on the lips.
I picked up on the suggestive hint in that comment. The fire burning beneath the surface of us grew hotter with each day.
Yeah, some things were inevitable.
I climbed into bed. “Or any other night.”
He smirked at me with a glint in his eyes as if to say,yeah, right.My nipples tightened at the exact moment he dropped his gaze to my chest. He widened his smile, and I knew he’d spotted them peeking through the thin cotton material of my T-shirt.
We ended up lying in bed, facing one another, silently studying one another’s features. I drank in the hazel coloring of his eyes that laid almost hidden beneath his dark, slashing eyebrows. His prominent nose paired well with a chiseled jaw and a mouth that God had shaped to perfection.
Multiple freckles dotted his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. I’d never thought anything were special about freckles before, but on Don’s face, I wanted to count each one individually.
His face was so strong and masculine, he would have appeared almost intimidating if it weren’t for the glint of laughter in his eyes. It always seemed to be there as if he was on the verge of making someone laugh.
His question broke into my thoughts. “What are you smiling about?”
“You’d look good with a beard,” I answered.
“You think so?” He ran his hand across his chin.
“Yeah.”
“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
Laughing, I pushed his shoulder. “Shut up. Your ego’s already big enough.”
