She sank down into his arms again.
The phone trilled again, and her head swiveled toward the door.
“Is that mine?”
“Evidently. Not my ringtone,” he said of the happy tune.
“Oh. Right.” She laughed softly.
Damn, she was cute. Tousled, sleep deprived (he mentally high-fived himself for that), well loved. High five for that too.
“So...” she let the words trail off as she settled a hand over his heart and then plopped her chin on it.
“So.”
Warning sirens went off in his head. Last night had been nothing short of amazing but he didn't do relationships. He didn't do marriage or girlfriends or steady or kids or family or happily ever after.
“What are your plans for this beautiful Saturday?”
Her phone saved him from having to formulate an answer that basically said, 'unless you want to fuck until dark, I'm unavailable.'
She hopped out of bed and zoomed down the hall like a mountain lion was on her tail. And what a hot tail it was. He'd fucked her from behind around three am and that gorgeous heart shaped tush would be permanently burned into his brain.
“Dang-it.”
He sat up. “What's wrong?”
“I've got half a dozen calls.”
When she came back into the room with her shirt, she had her phone pressed between her cheek and shoulder. Her frown deepened.
“Aw, man.” She tossed the phone on the bed and jerked her shirt over her head. Then she searched the floor and stepped into her pants.
He loved that she didn't even bother with undergarments. He'd be daydreaming about the lack of panties for the rest of the day.
“Everything okay?” he asked as she ran back down the hall.
This time she returned with her shoes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she shoved them on her feet.
“Eh, okay is a relative term. The mail truck that one of my orders was on got smashed to bits and with it all the table cards, menus, the whole set, basically.” She clasped her cheeks between her hands for just a moment. “For a wedding that's happening a week from today. If I want to get replacements done and out the door in time, I've gotta go.”
With her bra, panties, and phone bundled into a little ball, she turned to him.
For a moment she seemed at a loss for words, but then her smile reappeared and he felt like the sun was shining on him. He wanted to ask when he could see her again but stopped himself.
Sure, he wanted a replay of last night, but he wanted answers too. Answers meant talking and talking meant conversing and that would lead to emotion. Emotion he didn't want in his life. Especially not paired with such amazing sex.
Why couldn't she have been some random woman he'd never met before last night?
And why did she have to be so damned good in bed, so in tune with him?
She settled on the edge of the bed and leaned over. “Last night was amazing. Best ever.”
Without giving him a chance to respond, she dropped a sweet kiss on his lips and then darted for the door.
“Told you I'd fit,” he called after her and was rewarded with her laugh.
He heard the door shut and then her car start. Gravel crunched beneath the tires and the sound of her engine faded.
David threw an arm over his eyes and sighed.
What the hell?
What was he going to do now?
Now that he knew she existed? Now that he knew she was alive and well and drop dead gorgeous and basically all his fantasies come to life? How was he supposed to forget what her lips tasted like and the feel of her sweet heat wrapped around him?
He was going to have to find a way, because as much as he wanted to have his way with her again, he couldn't. That'd be the dumbest thing he could do.
Knowing what he knew. Knowing how well they fit together.
And it wasn't just how perfectly her breasts filled his hands or how seamlessly her lips fit against his, it was how easy it was to laugh with her. She understood him. She just...fit.
9
A week after her amazing night in David’s arms, Sabrina found herself in line with Jill and Reya. The city’s biggest haunted house, Mania, loomed in the background. All shapes and sizes of creatures lurked, offering a little pre-event scare or photo op.
“They seem really into each other,” Reya murmured, her gaze fixed on Layla and her latest fling, Jamie. The love birds were wrapped in each other, whispering and laughing.
“She’s been talking about him non-stop all week,” Sabrina replied. It was good to see her partner so happy. However, she wouldn’t hold her breath. Layla seemed to like the idea of falling in love more than being in a relationship. Sabrina was ready for both.
Pulling up the rear of their group, Baby and Joe were chatting with JJ Wyatt, who was solo for the evening. Thank goodness the autumn weather was pleasant because the line moved forward at a crawl. The place really should invest in online ticket sales.
“How about you? Any progress in the romance department?” Jill asked softly.
“We’ll see.” She wasn’t trying to be cagey.
Sabrina scanned the crowd for a towering man who’d give a linebacker a run for his money. Jill had assured her that David, er, Boomer, would be joining them.
Though she’d played it cool, it had nearly killed her to stay away from him. Luckily, she’d been nose-deep in work thanks to that USPS accident. Staying afloat had been her top priority but having to redo half of an order was a tremendous amount of work. Especially on such a short time frame. She and Layla both had put in a lot of extra hours.
She’d tried not to let the doubts sink in since she’d spent that glorious night in his arms.
Beneath him. On top of him. Against the bathroom door.
He hadn’t called. Surely, he knew he could ask Teo
