Time for Love , The McCarthys of Gansett Island, Book 9 (35 page)

She worked up a small smile for him. “You weren’t supposed to see me before the wedding.”

He came over to her and stood on the bottom step, which put him at her eye level. “I don’t think you need to be superstitious. I have a feeling your luck is about to change.”

She combed her fingers through his unruly hair, attempting to bring some order to it. “It already has.” She kissed him. “Since our marriage has already been hexed, how about we go tell Ashleigh our news together?”

He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “I’d love that.”
 

*

Daisy was having the most amazing dream. She and David were making love, and it was incredible. Nothing about it frightened her or made her want to shy away from him. If anything, she wanted to get closer. She wanted more. She wanted everything he had to give her. Though she knew she was dreaming, she watched the erotic scene unfold as if she were a bystander.

Right when things were heading toward the zenith, she woke up, throbbing between her legs and desperate to finish what they’d started.

She absolutely loved waking to the sight of David’s handsome face on the pillow next to hers. If she thought he was gorgeous when freshly showered and polished, he was sinfully sexy when he was rumpled and in bad need of a shave. The whiskers on his jaw fascinated her, and she couldn’t resist dragging her finger lightly over the stubble.
 

Emboldened by the fact that he hadn’t stirred, she continued her exploration, running her finger lightly over his bottom lip.

He pounced, biting gently on her finger.

She screamed and then busted up laughing. “You scared the hell out of me.”

Without opening his eyes, he smiled and continued to nibble on her finger. “Someone is awake early.” His hand ventured under her T-shirt to rest on her belly, infusing her with his heat.
 

Daisy moved closer to him, wanting to feel his skin against hers, but was frustrated when her shirt got in the way. She could tell she surprised him when she removed it and tossed it across the room. Watching him look at her was among the sexiest things she’d ever experienced. “David…”

“What, honey?” With his arm around her now, he drew her in closer so her breasts brushed against the hair on his chest.
 

She’d never known how arousing chest hair could be until that moment, and the needy tingle between her legs intensified into a flashpoint of desire. “I feel so… So…”

“Tell me.”

“Desperate,” she said, the word sneaking out before she could filter herself. She was mortified until his hand covered her sex and she had no brainpower left with which to be anything other than incredibly turned on.

“Here?”

“Yes. I’ve never been like this before.”

“Like what?”

“Forward, needy, asking for things. In bed.”

“I love all those things. I love when you’re forward. I love when you need me. And I love, love, love when you ask me for whatever you want in bed or anywhere else.” He captured her earlobe between his teeth and bit down just hard enough to ensure she felt it throughout her entire body. “Tell me what you want,” he said, pressing his fingers into her cleft and then backing off, over and over again.

She clung to his shoulders, holding on for dear life. “I…I want… I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

“You have me. Hook, line and sinker. Now tell me what you want me to do.”

Daisy wasn’t sure what was more arousing—his fingers pressing against her most sensitive area or him trying to get her to say words she’d never before spoken to a man. “I want to come.”

“How do you want me to make you come? Do you want my fingers or my tongue or my cock? You can have it any way you want it. You just have to tell me, so I can be sure you’re getting what you want.”

“I want your fingers.”

Through her panties, he rolled her clitoris between his fingers, making her cry out from the unbearable pleasure.
 

“And your tongue.” She couldn’t believe she’d actually said those words, but now that they were out there, he moved quickly to comply, removing her panties and settling between legs that trembled in anticipation.

“Relax, honey. Open for me.”

Somehow Daisy managed to move her feet farther apart, but not far enough for his liking. He used his shoulders to spread her open even more.

A heated flushed took over her body when he pressed his tongue into her folds and lapped at the flood of moisture that had gathered there.

“Oh damn, you’re sweet. I knew you would be.” He kept it up for what felt like an hour, teasing, licking, sucking, nuzzling, inflaming every nerve ending in her body on fire, until her skin was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration.

He knew exactly where to focus and drove her toward climax, but when he pressed his fingers into her, the combination set off a full-body release that made all others pale in comparison. It was positively incendiary.
 

She thought it was possible she screamed, but she wasn’t entirely sure. Afterward, as he petted and coaxed her down gently, her throat felt achy. “Did I scream?”

“You sure as hell did,” he said with a proud smile as he kissed his way up her belly to her breasts.

“That was incredible.”

“It was incredible to watch.”

Embarrassment reclaimed her. She looked away, but his finger on her chin brought her right back. “It was sexy and beautiful, just like you.”

She smoothed her hand over his chest and stroked the erection that rested long and proud against his belly.
 

Keeping her gaze fixed on his, she kept a firm hold on his cock when she straddled him and guided him to her entrance.

His hands encircled her hips, his eyes widening with surprise. “What’re you doing up there?”

She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and lowered herself onto his rigid length. “That.”

“I like that. Do you?”

Because words escaped her, she nodded.
 

“Do we need protection?”

“I’m safe and protected. If you are.”

“I am.”

She placed her hands on his chest, seeking leverage as she slowly took him into her body. All the while, he kept his gaze fixed on her face, probably watching for any sign of freak-out or meltdown. But there was none of that this time. There was only pleasure, the kind of pleasure Daisy had never experienced so acutely before, except for in her dream.
 

“Lift up a bit,” he said, his voice sounding rough and sexy. “Now come back down. Yes,
yes
. Like that. Do it again.”

Each time she raised herself up, she came down farther than the time before, until she had taken all of him. She could tell from the strained expression on his face that he was trying to hold himself in check. He was giving her exactly what she needed without her having to tell him. He was giving her full control.
 

“Look at me, Daisy.”

She lost herself in the gorgeous eyes that looked up at her with care and concern and affection.

“Don’t look away. I want you to know it’s me the whole time.”

“Does it feel good?” she asked.

“It feels too good.”

“How can it feel too good?”

“You’ll find out in about thirty seconds, if I last that long.”

Daisy hadn’t expected to laugh while making love, because she never had before. But that, like everything else with him, was different.
 

“Can we move a little bit? Maybe onto our sides?”

“I haven’t done that before. How do we do it?”

“Hold on to me, and don’t look away.”

With his arms around her, he shifted them ever so slightly so they were still joined but facing each other. She trembled from the full-body caress of his skin against hers.
 

“Don’t hold back, David.” She put her arm around him and swiveled her hips. “I’m fine. I promise.”

Her words seemed to shatter his control as he gave her what she wanted in deep strokes that had her crying out from the sheer pleasure.

“Eyes,” he said, sounding as breathless as she felt. “On me.”

She once again forced her eyes open and blinked him into focus, her heart skipping erratically at the sexy sight of him aroused, slightly out of control, his dark hair falling over his brow and his eyes on fire as he gave himself to her.

He covered her bottom with one big hand and brought her even closer to him. The change in position sent him deeper, which started a chain reaction of sensation moving through her body like mini-lightning strikes. His chest hair rubbed against her nipples, setting off another series of reactions that had her clinging to him as a deep stroke triggered her release.

“
Yes
,” he whispered, “let go. I’ve got you.” His arms tightened around her, but he never broke the eye contact when he joined her, surging into her repeatedly until he shuddered and collapsed next to her.

While he continued to throb inside her, Daisy held him close, breathing in his distinctive scent as his whiskers rubbed against her chest. She hooked her leg around his hip to keep him there awhile longer.
 

“Are you okay?”

“I’m great. You?”

“Spectacular.”

“Yes, it was rather, wasn’t it?”

His grunt of laughter made her smile. “Rather. But we might need to do it again so I can be sure before I give you a definite answer.”

“It would be irresponsible to make such an important decision without having all the facts.”

With his arms tight around her, he turned her as he laughed, and the lighthearted, joyful expression on his face stunned her. She’d never seen him look like that before.
 

“What?” he asked when he had her settled on top of him.

“You look really happy.”

“I am really happy.”

“I’m glad. I want that for you.”

He tucked her hair behind her ears. “I want it for you, too.”

“I’m getting there.”

“We’re getting there together.”

Daisy rested her head on his chest and let out a deep breath that was equal parts relief and anxiety. Surely nothing this good could last. It never had before. Unwilling to let that thought ruin her afterglow, she closed her eyes and tried to quiet her racing mind by enjoying the moment.

For right now, everything was perfect.
 

*

The next time she woke, David was moving quietly around the room. He was dressed in plaid shorts and a navy polo shirt. When he saw that she was awake, he came over to sit by the edge of the bed. He brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her forehead. “I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost eleven.”

“Wow, that hasn’t happened since high school.”

“You were worn out. You’ve been working too hard.”

“Speaking of work, I should check in.”

“I thought Saturday was your day off.”

“It is, but…”

He bent to kiss her. “Then take the day off.”

“Are you off, too?”

“I do house calls on Saturday mornings, mostly for elderly people who have trouble getting to the clinic. I’m off this afternoon, though, barring any emergencies.”

Daisy linked her fingers with his. “That’s really nice of you to do house calls.”

He shrugged as if it was no big deal, when she was certain it was a very big deal to the people he visited. “Part of the job.”

“No, it isn’t. Do you charge for the visits?”

“Not usually.”

“You’re a nice guy, David Lawrence.”

“Shhh, don’t say that too loud. You’ll ruin my reputation around here.”

“I hope you know that by now, when people think of you, far more of them remember your kindness to them or their family members in their time of need than what happened with Janey.”
 

“Is that right?”

“Are you blushing?”

“I don’t blush.”

“Um, yes, I believe you do.”

“Want to come with me to check on Marion? She’s the only one I’m planning to see today.”

“I’d love to! Could I take a quick shower first?”

“Sure. I’m not on any particular schedule.” He surprised her when he put his arms around her and rested his head on her chest. “Thanks.”

Daisy ran her fingers through thick, silky strands of hair. “For what?”

“For helping me to realize there’s more to me and my story than everything with Janey.”

“There’s so much more. Maybe it’s time you let yourself see that, huh?”

“I like the way I look through your eyes.”

The softly spoken statement slayed her and battered her defenses. “I should be the one thanking you.”

“For what?”