Page 96 of Book Boyfriends
With a slow nod, he steps back. His arm comes around me and tucks me against him. “Are you okay?” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on my temple.
“Yeah.”
“Georgia, I am?—”
“Don’t speak to her,” Davis snarls.
Closing his mouth, James steps back.
“What’s going on?” Jackson asks as he and Lars emerge from the court entrance down the hall, confusion contorting their expressions.
“I’m going to take Georgia home, if you could ensure that Discount Darcy stays away from her.” Davis takes my hand.
“What the fuck did you do?” Jackson’s forward movement is halted by Lars’s paw gripping his shoulder.
“Easy.” Lars juts his chin toward me. “Should I let your brother at him or…”
“Don’t hurt him, please.” I face James. “As much as I’d enjoy Jackson and Lars ripping you limb from limb, you don’t deserve that. Just as you don’t deserve Lady Cecily. You call this a curse, but maybe it’s a blessing for Lady Cecily. I should know because I once loved a man who cared more about someone else than he did me… himself.” I huff a dismissive laugh. “And it appears I based you on that man.”
James opens and then closes his mouth. Emotion dulls his expression. Whether it’s remorse, regret, or self-pity, I don’t care. At this moment, his feelings aren’t mine to care for.
“Fuck, he is Will.” Jackson’s mouth drops open. “No wonder I didn’t trust him with you.”
“Don’t worry, rabbit. I’ll make sure my bruiser doesn’t kill Lord Dickwad. You two, head out.” Lars gestures at me and Davis.
“Let’s go.” I squeeze Davis’s hand.
Attention forward, we move down the hall. Well, at least mine is forward. Davis looks behind us from time to time. I suspect it’s less about checking if James is following us and more about shooting him death glares. Once outside, Davis leads me behind the building where his vehicle is parked beside some shady maple trees.
“Why did you come back?” I ask, once we’re in his car.
“Because I don’t want to be your friend.” He shifts in the driver’s seat to face me.
“I don’t understand.”
“I want to be more,” he rasps, lifting his hands and bracketing my face.
“But you said?—”
“I know what I said, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I said it. I’m sorry I doubted you. Doubted us.”
“There’s no guarantee,” I whisper.
“I know. You may wake up tomorrow and decide you don’t want me. I could decide I don’t want you, though, that seems very unlikely. Any number of things could happen. You could break my heart in a million ways, and I could break yours…” He clicks his tongue twice. “But we could also make each other’s hearts in a million ways. I don’t know what the future has in store, but the further I walked away from you, the more I knewI was making a mistake. You said you choose me, well, I choose you… I choose us.”
“Davis, you need to kiss me or I’m going to start crying.”
A boyish grin curls his lips before he leans in, taking my mouth with his. My entire body melts into this moment. The press of his lips. The nibble of mine until I open fully for him.
“This is for real, right?” My question is breathless.
“Very much so.” He traces the outline of my lips.
“Just checking.” I grin. “More kissing, please.”
Laughing, he leans in, his smile meeting mine. The gentle current of our kisses turns desperate and hungrier as if we’re both starving for one another. Fingers threading into my hair, he kisses along my jawline. His mouth coasts down my neck in languid nips and sucks.
A pleased, greedy sound falls from him.
