Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
I laugh. “You wanted to make sure I was okay after that orgasm.” I fan myself. “I swear I’m still feeling the effects of it today.”
His cheeks turn ruddy, and while I have him off guard, I decide now is as good as time as any. “I want to ask you to do something for me, Davis.”
He visibly gulps as his eyes bore into mine. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
I slide to the middle cushion next to him. His eyes widen. “I’ve been fine without sex, and I guess that’s because I didn’t really think I was missing anything.”
I let my voice trail off, and Davis’ breaths are coming out in pants. He adjusts himself in his jeans, and his eyes are still on me. “Anyway, now… I feel like I have a little bit of an inkling of what I’m missing, and I…”
My voice trails off, and finally Davis talks. “What? You what?” he asks in a husky voice.
I take a deep breath and then blurt it out in one long sentence. “I want to have sex with you.”
His mouth drops open, his eyes dilate, and he shudders in a breath. “Abby—”
I cut him off. “Just listen to me. We both know you’re only here for a little while, and you’ll be leaving again. I trust you, and after last night, I know it can be good between us. I’m not asking for anything more.”
He wants to say yes. I can tell by the way he’s looking at me that he wants to say yes, so he surprises me when he says, “I can’t. We can’t. It wouldn’t be right.”
I roll my eyes. “Davis, you want me. You said so yourself.”
He nods his head once, but his voice is grim. “I do want you.”
I throw my hands up in frustration. “So what? I’m asking for sex, nothing else. If you’re worried about my brother, he’s not going to know.”
He stands up from the couch and moves across the room, putting some distance between us. He goes to the window and looks out into the dark night. “I can’t,” he says again.
Deflated, I let my shoulders fall. “Right. Okay, I get it.”
With his back to me, I let the emotions roll through me. I had convinced myself that even though I wanted a relationship with him, I would settle for a one-night stand. I’m not sure what that says about me that I’m willing to offer myself to a man for one night of sex, but I don’t really care. I would take whatever he offers me. And I guess after last night, that’s nothing.
I stand up and cross my arms over my chest.
CHAPTER 14
DAVIS
I’m gripping the curtains in my hand, trying to convince myself I’m doing the right thing. No matter how much I want Abby, I can’t have her.
I turn around when I feel like I’ve finally got myself together only to find Abby standing up with her arms crossed over her chest and her face crestfallen. “Abby,” I start.
She puts her hand up. “Stop. It’s fine. I get it.”
I shake my head and take a step toward her. “You get what, exactly?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m not stupid, Davis. I’m practically throwing myself at you, and you’re saying no. I get it. I get all of it.”
“Explain.”
She lifts her chin and looks me in the eye. “You don’t want me… If you did, then nothing would stop you from having me.”
I’m shaking my head, making my way toward her before I can think twice about it. “I do want you, but it’s not that simple.”
She shrugs, and her lower lip is puckered out. “It’s just sex, Davis.”
I reach for her, putting my finger to her chin and lifting her head up so she has to look at me. “It wouldn’t just be sex. Not between us. I think you know that.”
Her eyes are wide, but she nods in agreement. I let my hand slide from her chin down, and I wrap my fingers around the base of her neck. “Why me?”
“Why you? Are you really asking me that?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I told you that I haven’t been with anyone in over two years. If this is some kind of pity thing…”
She sputters. “Pity? You think I pity you?” Her hands go to my waist, and she clenches my shirt in her hands. “And I told you I haven’t been with anyone since I conceived my daughter. She’s six now. If there’s any pity thing happening here, then—”
“Stop. Listen to me, to what I’m saying. No one has seen me except doctors.”
She blinks up at me. “You mean your leg? You think if I see your leg I’m not going to want you anymore?”
I cringe at the thought of showing her the mangled skin. “Trust me, Abby. You probably won’t.”