“Tarvi has no idea what he’s signing up for, does he?” I grinned.
“Lucky, lucky man.” She stepped into the circle of his arm. “Talk to you tomorrow.”
As the two of them disappeared into the crowd, Danny asked, “Are you having too much fun, or are you ready to head out, too?”
I was having a great time, but right as I turned to tell him so, I caught him stifling a yawn. “This party is great, but I’m ready to go.”
As we walked hand in hand down the street to his house, he playfully bumped my shoulder. “You had fun, huh?”
“Bax was right. Your college teammates throw good parties.”
“That mean you’ll go to another one with me?”
This time I bumped his shoulder. “Maybe.” I drew the word out and he shot me a mocking glare.
As we came to his place, he pulled me into his arms, his warm breath tickling my ear as he leaned in to ask, “You want to come in for a minute, or do you want to go home?”
I shivered, but not from the cold November air.
“Nothing happens that you don’t want, T. Ever.”
Nodding, I whispered, “I’m not ready to go home yet, but I’m opening the shop tomorrow morning.”
He blew out a breath and ushered me to his car.
When we arrived at my place, I said, “You can come in for a minute—if you want.”
A second later he was standing beside the passenger door waiting for me to exit his ride. In silence we climbed the stairs to the second-story balcony leading to my apartment. I keyed us inside and flipped on the lamp on the table beside the door.
“Would you like—?”
Danny pressed his finger to my lips. Then he pulled me into his arms, lowered his head, and brushed his mouth over mine—once, twice—before adding delicious pressure. My eyes fluttered shut as I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave myself over to his kisses.
When I opened for him, he slid his tongue along mine—an erotic dance that flooded my core with heat. The music of his groans filled my ears as I flattened my chest to his. Our bodies responded to each other as though the only way we could exist was joined together, knees to lips. I could have stood in the middle of my cracker box of an apartment for the rest of my life if it meant Danny Chambers would hold me in his arms and kiss me like this—like he couldn’t survive without my air.
But somehow we moved the three steps to my couch where he gently guided me down. Having nowhere else to go, he lay on top of me, his big body pushing me into the cushions. As he kissed me harder, more urgently, I decided breath was overrated. My hands found their way to the warm, smooth skin of his back beneath his hoodie while my clit discovered his hard length behind the fly of his jeans. Of their own volition, my hips began to move as I sought the delicious friction of rubbing along his body.
“Fuck, T!” he swore as he tore his lips from mine.
Sitting up on his knees, he tugged his hoodie over his head and dropped it on the floor while I lay panting beneath him. Then he was back, kissing me to within an inch of my sanity. Nothing in the world felt so good as Danny’s body pressed to mine as he kissed his way along my jaw and down my neck, little nibbles and long sucks. Vaguely, I registered he was marking me, but all I could care about was how incredible his lips and teeth and tongue felt on my skin.
After a while, I clued in that the keening sounds echoing off the walls of my apartment were coming from my throat as pleasure radiated from where our bodies ground together at the apex of our thighs. Danny’s movements became erratic, and then he buried his face in my neck and let go with a growl like a wounded animal.
A muffled chuckle followed. “Shit! God dammit, T.” He lay still in the V of my legs. “How the fuck did that happen?” He pushed up on his elbows and stared down at me. “Please tell me you came too.”
“Mmm, came too? You mean you—?”
A self-deprecating laugh huffed out of him. “That’s never happened before.”
Giving him a shy smile, I admitted, “To me either.”
I sensed his body relax against mine as a genuine smile stretched his perfectly sculpted lips. “If this is what we do to each other when we’re still dressed, imagine what it’s going to be like when we’re not.”
Involuntarily, I stiffened at his words. Pulling a breath in through my nose, I concentrated on relaxing, but it was too late. He noticed my tension, and his brow furrowed in concern.
“Hey, what is it?”
Trying to hide from his questions—and the answers that would probably drive him away—I closed my eyes.
