said, raising his eyebrows as his eyes bored into hers. “It turns me on when you call me Danny Boy. It’s been only Paul calling me that for way too long. Do you think you’ll scream it when I make you come?”
“I’m done with you,” Eve said, setting her coffee down and standing. “My mother is probably freaking out about last night. I need to get dressed and go home.”
“Oh, don’t,” Danny said, reaching out to grab her arm when she moved to walk off. “I’m sorry for being forward.”
Eve looked down at him dully. “No, you’re not.”
“Okay, I’m not,” he admitted with a wince as he stared up at her, his eyes reflecting a longing that surprised her. “Is it so bad that I want to make love to you?”
Eve rolled her eyes, tugging at her hand halfheartedly. “What a load of bullshit.
You’ll have to be a lot more creative than that to get into my panties.”
Danny stood in front of her. Eve gasped when he leaned into her, trapping her against the table, his hands resting on either side of her. She could feel the warmth of his body through the thin material of the football jersey. She stared at his bare chest rather than meet his eyes because lust surged through her bloodstream, waking her up
far more efficiently than Cuban coffee could. Moisture pooled between her legs and she realized with a sinking heart it had been a very long time since she had gotten laid. Her defenses were at an all-time low.
“Okay,” Danny said in a low, compelling voice that rolled off his tongue like butter as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. Eve turned her head away, but it was more to feel his warm breath against her skin that was suddenly hypersensitive and tingling. “You want me to cut the bullshit?”
“Yes,” Eve said, her voice weak and breathy sounding. “Cut the bullshit so I can go home and deal with my psycho mother.”
“I want to fucking drown myself in you,” Danny rasped against her ear. His breathing was suddenly ragged, which sent a fresh surge of want through Eve as her pussy started throbbing to the rhythm of her rapid heartbeat. “I want to lick you until you go hoarse from screaming. I want to pass out in your arms completely exhausted from fucking you as thoroughly as you deserve and I want to wake up in the morning next to you and make you breakfast and Cuban coffee for as long as you’ll let me.”
Eve’s eyes grew wide and she slouched against the table, tilting her head to look up at Danny for a sign he was joking. What she saw was a look so deadly serious it left her momentarily speechless.
She would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit his words had washed over her like fire, making her skin hum in arousal. She felt like an insect being trapped in a spider’s web, falling prey to him willingly without even a semblance of a fight. It had been a very long time since a man had made her literally breathless and if the situation were different, she’d already be naked instead of taking deep, steady breaths to keep her ardor under control.
“That’s quite a proposal,” she mumbled as she blinked up at him, waiting for him to say “gotcha!”
The icy-hot waves of need were washing over her, pulsing through her body with alarming urgency. She finally turned her head away because Danny was too gorgeous. He made thinking clearly impossible. Every breath she took was filled with him. Spicy aftershave, tobacco, Cuban coffee, the combination was starting to smell less like Tampa and more like pure, unadulterated sex accentuated with a face that was intoxicating to look at and a body that was completely sinful in its masculine beauty.
“I’m lonely,” he whispered, his voice raw and unrestrained.
She turned back to him, trying to look past his beauty and sex appeal she knew was blocking her ability to think with anything other than her aching body. She swallowed hard as she stared into eyes that were as dark as the devil’s but glowed with a kindness that was
“I’m done with you,” Eve said, setting her coffee down and standing. “My mother is probably freaking out about last night. I need to get dressed and go home.”
“Oh, don’t,” Danny said, reaching out to grab her arm when she moved to walk off. “I’m sorry for being forward.”
Eve looked down at him dully. “No, you’re not.”
“Okay, I’m not,” he admitted with a wince as he stared up at her, his eyes reflecting a longing that surprised her. “Is it so bad that I want to make love to you?”
Eve rolled her eyes, tugging at her hand halfheartedly. “What a load of bullshit.
You’ll have to be a lot more creative than that to get into my panties.”
Danny stood in front of her. Eve gasped when he leaned into her, trapping her against the table, his hands resting on either side of her. She could feel the warmth of his body through the thin material of the football jersey. She stared at his bare chest rather than meet his eyes because lust surged through her bloodstream, waking her up
far more efficiently than Cuban coffee could. Moisture pooled between her legs and she realized with a sinking heart it had been a very long time since she had gotten laid. Her defenses were at an all-time low.
“Okay,” Danny said in a low, compelling voice that rolled off his tongue like butter as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. Eve turned her head away, but it was more to feel his warm breath against her skin that was suddenly hypersensitive and tingling. “You want me to cut the bullshit?”
“Yes,” Eve said, her voice weak and breathy sounding. “Cut the bullshit so I can go home and deal with my psycho mother.”
“I want to fucking drown myself in you,” Danny rasped against her ear. His breathing was suddenly ragged, which sent a fresh surge of want through Eve as her pussy started throbbing to the rhythm of her rapid heartbeat. “I want to lick you until you go hoarse from screaming. I want to pass out in your arms completely exhausted from fucking you as thoroughly as you deserve and I want to wake up in the morning next to you and make you breakfast and Cuban coffee for as long as you’ll let me.”
Eve’s eyes grew wide and she slouched against the table, tilting her head to look up at Danny for a sign he was joking. What she saw was a look so deadly serious it left her momentarily speechless.
She would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit his words had washed over her like fire, making her skin hum in arousal. She felt like an insect being trapped in a spider’s web, falling prey to him willingly without even a semblance of a fight. It had been a very long time since a man had made her literally breathless and if the situation were different, she’d already be naked instead of taking deep, steady breaths to keep her ardor under control.
“That’s quite a proposal,” she mumbled as she blinked up at him, waiting for him to say “gotcha!”
The icy-hot waves of need were washing over her, pulsing through her body with alarming urgency. She finally turned her head away because Danny was too gorgeous. He made thinking clearly impossible. Every breath she took was filled with him. Spicy aftershave, tobacco, Cuban coffee, the combination was starting to smell less like Tampa and more like pure, unadulterated sex accentuated with a face that was intoxicating to look at and a body that was completely sinful in its masculine beauty.
“I’m lonely,” he whispered, his voice raw and unrestrained.
She turned back to him, trying to look past his beauty and sex appeal she knew was blocking her ability to think with anything other than her aching body. She swallowed hard as she stared into eyes that were as dark as the devil’s but glowed with a kindness that was
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