Page 97 of Book Boyfriends
Back arched, I gasp with the gentle scrape of his teeth along my collarbone. He trails his mouth down to the not-so-subtle hint of cleavage in my tank top. The heat of his kisses cause wildfire to explode within me.
“Davis,” I moan.
His hands slip beneath my top, and his rough palms skate up my spine.
“Peach,” he murmurs against my skin, his hot mouth dragging back up to meet mine. “We should stop.”
“Yeah… Totally…” I pant between our deepening kisses.
“Fuck,” he groans with my gentle tug of his hair. “We need to stop.”
“Do we?” I breathe.
“Yes.” He nips at my ear, “Because the first time I fuck you can’t be in my car.”
“Oh god.” My vagina clenches at the idea of sinking fully onto Davis in his front seat, his hands gripped tight around myass, urging me on with playful slaps of each globe. “That doesn’t sound that bad.”
Chuckling, he pulls back. “Oh, I plan to fuck you in this car and a number of other places I’ve fantasized about since meeting you, but I want our first time to be someplace I can take my time with you. Not something frenzied where someone—including your brother who may or may not still be here—could observe.”
“Good call.” I scrunch my nose. “You know I have an apartment with a bedroom and a door?”
“Do you now?” He nuzzles my nose with his.
“Does mynotfriend want to come over for a playdate?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
TRUTH AND PROMISES
Davis doesn’t come over. Instead, he wants togo on a date. Since our first date didn’t end well and the subsequent interactions weren’t dates, per se, he wants to take me out.
“Up or down?” I hold my hair up and then release it, the silky strands falling past my shoulders.
While I trust my own opinion, for tonight I’m tapping into reinforcements. Hope is propped up in her bed amidst a rainbow of the outfits I brought.
Since we’re doing dinner and a movie, I went with a pair of hip-hugging black pants—minus the Spanx because I have intentions. The gravity-defying power of my pushup bra, putting thegirlson full display in my red V-neck flowy blouse, reiterates my hope to indulge in my very unfriendly desires about Davis.
“Since you’re wearing the denim jacket with your blouse, I vote for your hair up with some gold hoops.” Hope pets Wentworth, who rests his head on her thighs. “Should we anticipate a sleepover with this love nugget tonight?”
“Maybe.” I shimmy my hips.
She squeals and claps her hands, causing Wentworth to let out an annoyed huff. “Sorry, buddy, but your mom is dusting off her vagina. That calls for cheers.”
“It hasn’t been that long…” I crinkle my nose. Outside of a terrible one-night stand two years ago, my vagina’s only visitor has been my vibrator. “God, I hope I still have moves.”
“It’s like riding a bike.” She bats the air.
“Only it’s a dick,” I quip.
“Language! We have impressionable ears in the room.” She tosses a pillow at me. “I swear little Georgia’s first words may be a four-letter one thanks to Jackson and you.”
“But those are all the best words,” I crow, brushing my hair up into a high ponytail.
“Ha!” She mock laughs. “Your dusty vag, aside, how are you doing with all this?”
“You mean knowing that I based James on Will?” I sigh.
It’s probably the most disturbing thing about this entire day. Finding out the truth about James’s nature isn’t as traumatic as knowing who he’s based on. Worry nips at me about what it says that the archetype for the dashing duke was the man who so thoroughly broke my heart.
