Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
His eyes smoldered. “Are you sure?”
For once, she wished she knew how to be much flirtier than she was. She didn’t have it in her. “Positive.”
He grabbed the edges of his jacket she still wore and pulled her to him. Their mouths millimeters apart. “I’ll be here.” His gaze raked her, making it as if he’d just physically undressed her then. “Good night, Neha Kirk.”
She thought he would kiss her, they were so close, but he didn’t. Instead he backed off and moved her into her place once more before shutting the door. She locked it and rested her head on the wood, one hand on the door as well, fingers spread as if she could reach through and touch him.
Her night was full of tossing and turning. Eventually, she got up from bed and spent the remainder of the night wrapped in his jacket on the couch, daydreaming of what could be. Up at five, she ran and came back to shower.
She was in the middle of finishing up making their breakfast when her doorbell rang. She stared at her trembling hands and rubbed them on her legs. A brief touch to her hair and she went to answer the door.
He stood there, leaning on one shoulder, arm behind his back. Her mouth went dry as she took in the way his shirt molded to his chest and the jeans hugged his legs. His left arm flexed as she stared and she longed for nothing more than to trace the muscles with her tongue.
“Morning.”
Fuck that voice could tempt the devil from hell.
“Good morning. I hope you’re hungry.”
“I definitely am.” He brought his hand around and she smiled at the mixed bouquet. “Wasn’t sure what your favorite flower was. Something for me to work on.”
“Thank you.” She took the flowers and led him to the kitchen where she put them in a vase of water.
He turned her to him once she’d finished and gripped her sides. “One more thing.”
Her brain was short circuiting from his touch. “What’s that?”
Davin didn’t answer her. Not verbally anyway. He covered her mouth with his and applied gentle pressure until she opened beneath him. His tongue slipped in and she moaned as she stroked along it. His grip on her sides, tightened and she responded in kind by grabbing what she could of his shirt.
He pulled back and looked down at her.
“I tried my fucking hardest to not think about what you do to me, Neha. I’m older than you. I know you aren’t looking to have anything more for people to scrutinize but fuck if I can let you go now. Last night nearly killed me.”
“Thank god I’m not the only one feeling like this. I spent most of the night wrapped in your jacket so I could smell you around me.” She slipped her arms around his neck. “I have a firm rule about not sleeping where I work.”
He kissed her again, robbing her of breath. “Do me a favor then.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t ever get a job at the range. And I promise never to serve on a sub.”
“Promise,” she vowed as he cupped her ass and lifted her up to the counter, so they were face to face.
He cupped her jaw as he deepened the kiss. His calluses played havoc on her. Davin nibbled, sucked, and teased her until she could barely recall her own name. Damn man was playing her like his own personal instrument.
And this is just from a kiss where he’s not touched anything other than my face.
Reaching up with her fingers, she scraped her short nails along the nape of his neck. His deep rumble, spurring her on. She mewled in response and tried to shift her entire body closer to him.
He pulled back and stared at her, eyes stormy and full of heat she’d never had another guy look at her with.
“I’m not rushing this with you, Neha. No matter how fucking hard I am for wanting to sink between your thighs. I need to make sure you’re in this as much as I am.”
“Why do you think I asked you to come back when you wouldn’t stay over?”
He brushed the back of his hand along her skin as he slowly shook his head. “Slowly.”
She licked her lips to capture the last bit of his flavor she could. Sexually frustrated, she appreciated him being how he was. There were far to many men who would be happy for pussy then go and let people know on base what had happened between them. She didn’t get that from him. At all.
She’d done her own digging into this man. While he’d not been a SEAL, he’d had more than his shared time of boots on the ground in countries that may or may not exist anymore. He’d earned every inch of his swagger he had.