Page 18 of Call Out
“What are you thinking about, Viv?” He folds his arms, eyes roaming over my body.
“Just wondering why a guy like you is single.”
The right corner of his mouth twitches, and I swear I’m ready to melt. “A guy like me?” he asks. Oh hell, this isn’t awkward or anything.
“Yeah, you know. Good looking and well-mannered,” I reply honestly.
In a heartbeat, he’s an inch from my face. I squirm, being this close to him again. “You’re very cute, Viv. Cute and weird.” His gaze drops to my blouse. “And the hottest woman I’ve ever met.”
“Let's play a game,” I blurt out. I’ve no idea why I said that.
His brows knit together. “A game?”
“Yes.” I hesitate. This could be my worst suggestion ever. “To pass the time while the...”
“I like that idea. Spin the bottle?” he interrupts. “Or… how about I challenge you to strip down to your pantyhose and bra and stay like that for the rest of the evening?”
“Wait!” I gasp. “That’s not a game.”
Danny reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “My apartment. My game. My rules.”
“If I comply with your version of a game, will you answer a few questions?”
“Questions?” His brow creases. “I’d rather you gave me a challenge. Tell me to do something to you, perhaps?” His fingers meet my buttons. “Ask me to strip you naked. Or dare me to put my tongue inside…”
“Okay!” I shudder as a thousand delightful shivers rattle my bones. “I’d like to know more about you before we—you know—change things between us.”
His gaze drops to each button as it pops open. Taking a beat to admire my pushed-up breasts, his eyes meet mine again. “My name is Danny Rocco.” He licks his lips, gliding the fabric off my shoulders. “I’m twenty-eight, and my star sign is Cancer.” A flirty smirk goes hand in hand with a low hum when he loosens the shirt tails. “I’m from Texas.” The shirt silently falls to our feet. A frenzied rash of heat rises to my jawline. “I’ve never had a meaningful relationship before.”
I suck in when a finger slips under the bra strap. “Never? Are you serious?” I gulp around the words.
He nods lightly. “It took dedication to become an EMT paramedic.”
“Are you a nerd?” I giggle nervously. Danny’s eyes swim with reserved emotions. A glimmer of uncertainty flickers. There’s a pause of thought. A glitch of consciousness. Wherever he’s gone, he looks lost. “Kiss me, Danny,” I whisper.
I’m not exactly sure why the intensity to own his lips consumes me so much, or why I’m compelled to lead him back to me. Those amber eyes hint a mist of perplexity, but the minute his mind returns to the room, all my worries and uncertainty implode.
The look of recognition, belonging, ownership thrums through my veins. Our connection surpasses the crazy and races straight for eternal. He’s an invitation to temptation. Beyond the realms of an unblemished apple in the Garden of Eden.
It only lasted a fraction of time. His thoughts journeyed away from me and drifted back with a demanding hunger blazing in his eyes.
His lips are savage as the kiss we share becomes frenzied. I free-fall into an abyss, batting away thoughts of mistrust and preconceived ideas of a big bad wolf. Every atom within me worships the tempestuous lust he whips up.
A possessive hand slants my head, so the pressure deepens. His greedy tongue plunges into my mouth, and all I can do is hold on to him to stop myself from sinking. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean in, returning the kiss with the same force. We’re not searching for a quick fix or a short-term high, we’re giving into an affinity.
His spine stiffens, and his lips break free. Blistering amber eyes pin me to the spot. “Pizza time.” He breathes the words, pressing his forehead to mine.Wait? What? Pizza? Where’s my skirt?I had been so lost in the moment that I hadn’t noticed it fall to the floor. Danny fixes the visible bulge in his pants, then scratches his jaw, gazing at me under lowered lashes. “I hope you're hungry,” he adds.
“Starving,” I admit, resting a hand over his thundering heart. Food can’t satisfy the gluttony within me. Pizza can’t tame the throbbing in my panties. I crave Danny Rocco. It’s this guy I want to gorge myself on.
His gaze trails the length of my body, from loose hair, to heaving breasts, to my quivering belly and settles on mesh panties and black stockings.
“Viv,” he says in a low growl. I swallow, lifting my lashes. “It’s very dangerous to be in the kitchen dressed like that.”
My heart jumps. “What do you mean?”
“I'm about to open the oven,” he says without humor. “Wait for me over there. I’ll bring dinner to you.” I bend over to gather my clothes. “Leave them.” The order lingers in the air, thick and hot and commanding.
I can’t quite place his mood. His features are tight, and his hands are balled like he’s holding himself back from ravaging me. With a slow step, I put one foot in front of the other and try my hardest to sashay away from him. As we align, Danny grabs my wrist. “You won’t need clothes until the morning, Viv.” My pulse hammers until the blood rises to the surface of my cheeks. “This isn’t a game. It’s an order. No more questions. Once we’ve eaten, we’ll have fun without sex.”
