Time for Love , The McCarthys of Gansett Island, Book 9 (3 page)

Daisy felt her entire body flame with embarrassment. Next to her, David sat perfectly still. She wondered if he was equally mortified. She breathed a sigh of relief as the encounter in the stockroom ended with Jake’s character being fired. Within a few minutes, he’d moved into a job as a pharmaceutical salesman.
 

Looking to dispel some of the tension, Daisy tried to think of something witty she could say about the movie. “He’s kind of a tool, huh?”

“You could say that.”

She offered him the popcorn, and he took a handful. “You still want to watch the movie?” she asked.

“I’m invested now. Gotta see if the tool gets his comeuppance.”

Daisy smiled at him and tried to relax, but it was hard with her world-class crush sitting so close to her and sexy Jake shadowing a doctor as he treated a young woman with Parkinson’s. Daisy’s hormones were on overload.

“Yikes,” David said. “Twenty-six with Parkinson’s. What a drag.”

“Is that unusually young?”

“Very.”

They went silent as Anne Hathaway’s character bared her breast to the doctor and asked about a mark that turned out to be a spider bite while Jake looked on, obviously ogling the naked breast.
 

“Total tool,” Daisy declared. “If this was my house, I’d throw popcorn at the TV.”

“Too bad they don’t have a dog,” David said. “He could clean it up.”

“Thomas wants one, but Maddie is holding out until Hailey is a bit older. Can’t say I blame her.”

“You and Maddie are really close, huh?”

Daisy was relieved to be talking about something other than the bare breast on the screen. “Yeah, she’s been a great friend to me. I miss her at the hotel, but I’m so glad she got the dream come true. No one deserves it more. Now how did he go from inappropriate ogling to having coffee with her?”

“It’s Hollywood,” David said dryly. “Things happen at the speed of film.”

“Oh!” Daisy cried as the scene changed and the celluloid couple tore each other’s clothes off to go at it standing up in Anne’s apartment.
 

David shook with silent laughter next to her as Daisy watched, transfixed by the intensely erotic scene that ended with the characters on the floor panting from exertion.
 

 
“I need a cigarette,” Daisy said, making him laugh harder. “Is it totally rude for me to be staring at his naked bum while you’re sitting one inch from me?”

“Only if it’s rude for me to be taking a good healthy look at her bare breasts.”

“You probably see plenty of breasts every day at ‘work.’” She used her fingers to make air quotes.

“For your information, it’s very stressful to look at strange breasts at work.”

“You’re so full of it.” She grabbed a sofa pillow and smacked him with it.

He grabbed the pillow and her hand, giving a gentle tug that sent the popcorn bowl flying off her lap. “Whoops,” he said, but he didn’t let go. Rather, he brought her closer, so close their noses were nearly touching and Daisy didn’t dare to even breathe. All thoughts of Jake Gyllenhaal’s naked rear end fled from her mind under David’s intense gaze.

And then the unmistakable sounds of sex from the TV sent David and Daisy dissolving into laughter. As far as she was concerned, David was every bit as handsome as Jake, but when he laughed,
whoa
. Crazy sexy. She’d never seen him laugh as hard as he had tonight, and the urge to kiss him consumed her. It was the only thought in her entire brain. She moved toward him as he moved toward her in a moment of perfect harmony that would forever go down as one of the sweetest of her life.

There was nothing sweet about the kiss, however. The only word to describe it was hot. Seriously hot. It went from start to go in like two seconds flat as his tongue darted into her mouth. As fast as it happened, though, it was over. He drew back from her, breathing hard, his eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

With her hand on the back of his head, she dragged him back into the kiss, taking the lead this time.
 

His arms came around her as the kiss transported her far away from anything she’d known before. She could barely remember to breathe as his tongue brushed against hers. Through the thin fabric of her top, her nipples pebbled and tightened when they rubbed against his shirt.

She twisted in his embrace, trying to get closer as the kiss became desperate.
 

He shifted them so she was under him, his body big and heavy on top of her. A twinge of panic registered at the outer fringes of her awareness, reminding her of what had happened the last time a man had pinned her down beneath him. She turned her face, breaking the kiss and drawing in greedy deep breaths. “I… I…” She pushed at his chest.

He immediately understood and sat up, releasing her so abruptly she nearly cried out from the loss.

“God, Daisy. I’m so sorry. I got carried away.” He looked positively stricken, which made her ache. He’d been nothing but kind and decent and patient with her—everything Truck had never been.

“No, it’s my fault.” Her hands were shaking and her heart was beating so fast she worried she might pass out or something equally embarrassing. “I didn’t mean to freak out. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”

“You didn’t,” she said, on the verge of tears. “You were wonderful the way you always are, and I didn’t want to stop. It was just that feeling of being smothered…”

“I get it, and I’m sorry I didn’t think of how you might react to that. It’s only been a couple of weeks.” His hand cupped her face, his thumb caressing her cheek so gently her eyes closed against the rush of emotion. “You’re so sweet, Daisy. I’ve been dying to kiss you for days. Weeks.” His voice was gruff and sexy, and her crush was on the verge of blazing completely out of control.
 

She opened her eyes because she wanted to see him. “Really?”

Nodding, he continued to stroke her face with just the soft movement of his thumb. “I was so afraid to touch you. I didn’t want to do the wrong thing.”

“You didn’t. It wasn’t you. It was me.”

“You’ve been through a traumatic ordeal. It’s going to take some time to be comfortable in a situation like that again.”

“I was comfortable. I was so comfortable. But then…”

“You didn’t like having me on top of you.”

She shook her head as a tear slid down her cheek. “I don’t want to scare you off. I like you so much. I look forward to our time together…” She stopped herself when she realized she might be giving too much away.

“You haven’t scared me off, and I like you, too, and the time we’ve spent together. I look forward to it all day while I’m working.”

“So do I. Every day I wonder if I’m going to see you, and I get all giddy at the thought of being with you.”

He brushed the tear from her cheek and touched his thumb to her bottom lip, rubbing it back and forth.

Daisy put her tongue in its path, touching the tip to the pad of his thumb.

His eyes narrowed with barely restrained desire that made her wonder what might’ve happened if she hadn’t panicked.
 

“Can we…”

“What?”

She forced herself to look at him. “Can we try again? Please?”

“I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t as long as you don’t do that on-top thing again.”

His hand dropped from her face as he leaned his head against the back of the sofa. “Do whatever you feel like doing. You’re the boss.”

Daisy rolled her bottom lip between her teeth as she contemplated the sexy buffet laid out before her. She released two buttons on his shirt and slid her hand inside to rest just below his collarbone.

He drew in a breath, and his heart beat fast beneath her hand.

His reaction fueled her courage as she leaned in to place a string of kisses along his jaw. Late-day whiskers poked at her lips, stinging and abrading them. She glanced down and saw his hands gripping his thighs and was encouraged to know he wasn’t unaffected by her clumsy attempts at seduction or whatever this was.

She worked her way to his lips, teasing him with light touches of lip to lip before she moved down to his neck. The pulse of his heartbeat throbbed under her lips, beating in time to the throb between her legs. It had been such a very long time since she’d experienced true desire.

“Daisy,” he said, sounding tortured. “I want to touch you. Is that okay?”

“Yes, please.”

“Come closer.” He held out his arms to her, and Daisy straddled his lap, feeling the press of his arousal between her legs as he drew her in closer to him. “Is this okay?”

She nodded, moved by his concern.
 

He massaged her back in small circles that made her want to weep from the undeniable pleasure.
 

“Feels good,” she whispered.

With his hand on the back of her head, he drew it down to his shoulder, encouraging her without words to relax against him.

She sank into his embrace, which would’ve been totally innocent were it not for the brush of her nipples against his chest or the insistent throb between her legs as she squirmed for a tighter connection with his erection.

He gasped, and his hands tightened on her back.
 

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No,” he said with a tight chuckle. “Not at all.”

Realizing he was aroused filled her with a kind of feminine power that was all new to her. It also filled her with a sense of mischief as she rocked against him again, drawing another hiss from him.

“You little minx,” he whispered. “You know you’re making me crazy, right?”

“I am?” It was fun to be playful with a man, to know she was completely safe in his arms, to know he wanted her as much as she wanted him, even if the timing of such desires wasn’t ideal.

He continued the massage in slow, sensual circles down her back. When he reached the waistband of her jeans, she thought he might work his way back up, but he kept going down, cupping her bottom and squeezing. “Okay?” he asked, endlessly considerate.

“So okay.” She couldn’t seem to get close enough to him as the throb between her legs intensified. “David…”

“What, honey? Tell me what you need.”

She’d never been very good at telling men what she needed, and now was no exception. “I don’t know.” Moaning, she rested her forehead on his shoulder. “I don’t know.”

“Move against me.” With his hands on her hips, he urged her to move against the hard column of his erection.
 

“Does it feel good for you, too?” she asked, trying not to pant like a brazen hussy, which was exactly how she felt at the moment. But she was too aroused to care.

“So good. Could I touch you?”

“Yes, yes. Please.”

He found the hem of her top and dipped his fingers underneath, drawing a gasp from her when he made contact with her back. Leaving a trail of sensation, he worked his way up, releasing the clasp on her bra as he went. “Still okay?”

“Mmm.” With her head on his shoulder, she breathed in the clean, fresh scent of him as his hands moved over her ribs, his thumbs teasing the underside of her breasts. She was on the verge of begging, but the words froze on her tongue when he filled his hands with her breasts. “
Oh
.”

“Still good?”

“So good. Don’t stop.”

“Kiss me.”

Daisy raised her head and brought her lips down on his right as his fingers found her nipples, rolling and squeezing ever so gently. The combination triggered a powerful orgasm. Luckily, his lips muffled the sound or she might’ve woken the kids.

Completely undone by the experience, she collapsed against him, her breasts still pressed against his warm hands.
 

“Feel better?” he whispered, making her smile.

“So much better,” she said through panting breaths. “As soon as my head stops spinning, I’d be happy to return the favor.”

“No need.”

She found the strength to raise her head and meet his gaze. “I know I don’t have to. What if I want to?”

The pounding of heavy footsteps on the stairs to Maddie’s deck had Daisy scrambling off his lap and attempting to right her clothes and hair before they were caught fooling around on her friend’s sofa.
 

David drew a pillow over his lap, making her giggle.

His face flushed with embarrassment. “Glad you find it so funny. I feel like I’m fifteen.”

By the time Mac and Maddie came through the door, Daisy and David were sitting on the sofa, the picture of innocence as Jake and Anne went at it on TV.
 

“Home already?” Daisy asked them as she took note of Maddie’s glassy eyes. “And together?” As far as she knew, they’d been out separately with their friends.

Mac zeroed right on David sitting next to her, but didn’t say anything.

“They crashed us
again
,” Maddie said, her words slurring ever so slightly. “They
always
crash our girls’ night.”