He glanced down at me. “I’m thanking my lucky stars every time I’m with you, even if it’s messy.”
“Yes,” I murmured to myself. “And it’s going to get very messy.”
“Anything else you want to tell me?” he asked.
Remembering our honesty pact, I pulled up Bill’s earlier e-mail on my phone and handed it to David. As we waited for the car, he read the screen, still holding me close with his other hand. His grip tightened on my shoulder, and he gave the phone back to me. “I’m awomanizer?” David grumbled. “Bill doesn’t believe it’s over between you and him—at least, he didn’t when he wrote this. Do I need to worry about that?”
“No. Let it go,” I said. “I just want to forget all of this for a little bit.”
“For now,” he agreed.
A black town car arrived, and we walked to meet it. David opened the door and motioned for me to get in. He folded his large frame in after me, and the driver pulled away from the curb.
“Come here,” David said.
With the heater on, I slipped off my coat and scooted to his side of the car.
“Closer,” he said in a lowered voice. I inched toward him until our legs touched. “Closer.”
“I’ll be on your lap.”
“You read my mind.”
He urged me up, and I sat across him, hugging his neck, my thighs on his. He sighed into my hair. “Did I tell you how amazing you look in this dress?”
I smiled to myself. “Yes.”
“Did I tell you that all night, I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on your face in the dressing room earlier? You, coming all over my fingers . . .”
I moaned softly and writhed in his lap. One hand dug into my hip as the other slipped inside the deep “V” neckline of my dress to grasp my breast. My mouth parted with a sharp inhale when he pinched my nipple between his fingers.
“I can’t believe I get you all to myself tonight,” he said, his thumb and index finger tightening around the small bud. His voice sank into a low, gritty rumble. “Finally, nowhere for you to run.”
“I won’t run,” I uttered, arousal whirring through me and clouding my thoughts. I bent my head to speak in his ear. “I’m all yours, all night.”
His answering groan echoed through the car. Embarrassed that the driver had probably heard, I giggled softly and buried my nose into the crook of David’s neck.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “Can’t help it.” He released my nipple but his big hand slid up and ran leisurely over my collarbone.
“What are your plans tomorrow?” I asked.
“My plans are your plans, baby. Reminds me, though. How often do you walk the dogs from the animal shelter?”
“Oh. Twice a month or so,” I said. “I know it’s not very much. I used to be more involved.”
“You’re incredible, you know that?” he asked. “I love you a little more every minute. But this minute is a big one.”
My breath caught. Nobody had ever said anything like that to me. David’s love was new, but I had a feeling it’d existed in secret for a while. I needed to tell him I felt the same, but at the thought of laying so much on the line, my heart seized up.
“Did Bill ever go with you?” David asked, completely unaware of the battle within me.
“Ah . . .” I cleared my throat and ushered away the scary thoughts. “He came with me a few times over the years. You know how it is because you work as much as Bill does—if he wasn’t swamped with paperwork on the weekends, he just wanted to relax.”
“Sure. Tomorrow’s supposed to be warm,” David said, brushing hair from my face. “My family is barbequing again. We could pick up a couple dogs and go see them. If you’re not ready for that, we can just walk the dogs.”
“Really?” I asked with surprise. “Are you sure?”
“Sure? I can’t think of anything better to do on a Sunday. Well, that’s not true—but we’ll have the whole day to fill.”
