Davis spread open her legs and stepped in between while she scooted to the edge of the desk, sliding against his length. Desire shot through him, his head going dizzy. He kissed the supple skin on her collarbone and kneaded a nipple between his thumb and finger, teasing a sweet moan from her lips.
Unable to drag out this foreplay further, worried he might finish before they’d even began, he thrust inside of her as he gripped her back, fingers digging into her skin. She gasped and the sound made him feel greedy. He wanted to elicit all kinds of sounds from her tonight.
As he rocked his hips, and she bucked against him, they found their rhythm and in between the moments of ecstasy he couldn’t help from wonder if they’d been complete idiots by not doing this sooner.
Or, if they were being complete idiots now and were making the biggest mistake ever.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
KELSEY
Who knewDavis’s butt was this luscious? This muscular? This perfect.
She’d never given it much thought until a few weeks prior. After she’d seen his rock hard abs and perfectly sculpted biceps, she’d allowed her mind to wander. Now, there would be no more wondering. She’d not only seen his naked behind, but she had also touched it. And that wasn’t even the best part.
As Davis continued to make love to her, rhythmic thrusts helped her to no longer feel the effects of her earlier alcohol intake, allowing her to fully enjoy the moment. With her entire body stimulated, her eyes fluttered closed in pleasure. His touch, his aura, sparked a fervor in her, and each nerve ending hung on the brink of erupting.
In the quiet hum of the presumably empty bar, Davis picked up tempo and Kelsey’s muscles lost all tension. She whimpered into the flushed skin of Davis’s neck as the sweet release wracked her body.
“Yes, yes, yes!” a chorus of her agreement followed.
His rapid breathing in her ear, the scruff of his unshaven beard scratching against her neck, only made the experience that much more rewarding. Their simultaneous pleasure caused another thrill of satisfaction to rattle through her.
“You weren’t wrong,” Davis said in between ragged breaths.
She swallowed, her heart beating hard against her rib cage. “What’s that?”
“You’re not a proper woman,” he teased, kissing her neck, and evoking a giggle from her again.
“I did warn you.”
Davis smiled and took her by the hands, tempting her as he pulled her along with him and walked backward toward the couch.
She eyed him skeptically.
“Do you hear that?” he asked, guiding her down onto the couch. “Everyone is gone, including Julian.”
“Silence in the bar is my favorite sound,” she admitted.
He climbed on top of her, hands caressing her breasts, squeezing her thighs. “Ready to go another round?”
“My my, who’s the eager one now?” she asked, grinning as she peered up at him through long eyelashes and reached for him.
Was that even a legitimate question?
He gifted her with a trail of kisses to her collarbone. She pressed her palms against his smooth chest, her hands stilling as she felt the rhythmic beat of his heart. Disbelief filled her, making her head spin. Had she and Davis Vance just had sex? She’d always known him to be a talented craftsman, but he had other talents she hadn’t been privy to until tonight. It felt like he’d opened up to her and shared a secret with her that was sacred to him.
She was afraid to move, nearly afraid to breathe as he ran his hand down her hip, caressing her thigh, because what if this wasn’t actually happening? What if this was all in her imagination? Or worse—a dream?
She didn’t think she could handle that. Because this was too good. No, scratch that. It was more than good. It was earthquaking, purely blissful pleasure and intimate.
So incredibly intimate.
Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his back, she yanked him even closer. She needed to feel the weight of him pressing into her, feel his skin against hers, have him filling her once again.
* * *
Catapulting from a deep sleep,Kelsey groaned, pinching her eyes closed and smashing a hand to her forehead. Her head pounded and her mouth felt dry. The result of too many drinks the night before. Too many shots of tequila to be exact. Hadn’t she learned not to mix hard alcohol with beer?
