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Sophie: Your brave face.
Sophie: There’s a 100% chance my neighbor, Mrs. Lee, is going to be “watering her plants” all morning to catch a glimpse of the man who makes me moan.
Davis: Is she going to give me a hard time?
Sophie: A standing ovation, maybe.
I laughed, the bright, deep sound straight from my gut rolling around my room. If I couldn’t be subtle, I could be proud. There were worse things than the neighbors knowing you’d made your girlfriend come.
Anticipation filled me, new ideas for ways I could make Sophie moan. As games went, it might be my new favorite. One I wanted to become expert at.
Chapter 26
Sophie
I didn't even pretend to cook for my Friday night dinner with Davis, instead ordering pizza delivery from Slice. I knew what I was capable of, and focusing with him in my kitchen wasn't it.
He'd shown up at my door, freshly showered, and it had been all I could do not to climb him like a tree.
He just smelledso good.
Maybe Davis spotted the greed in my expression, because he dropped his bag at his feet and pulled me into his arms, leaning against my front door to shut it.
"Is there anything on the stove?" he mumbled in a rush.
"Nope."
"Good," he growled, capturing my mouth in a hard kiss.
Any thoughts of congratulating past me for good judgment dissolved, just like my knees, under his onslaught.
I gave as good as I got, my eager hands gripping his shirt, slipping beneath the soft cotton to explore the firm slabs of muscle I'd discovered Wednesday.
Davis boosted me up, kneading my booty as I slid against his fly. I groaned, more than ready to find a more comfortable, ideally horizontal place that would allow me to explore him fully.
The sharp rap at the door behind his head startled us both, and I pulled away, breathing hard.
"Slice of Heaven," a young voice called through the door.
Davis let me slide down his body, and I straightened my shirt, smoothing back a few stray strands of hair, trying to look less like I'd been ready to find my own slice of paradise before we were interrupted. Davis muttered under his breath, gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen, and disappeared as I opened my door with a broad smile to cover the fact that my nipples were still announcing my arousal.
Nothing to see here, folks.
Thankfully, Becca was on delivery duty, and she couldn't care less about my brazen chest.
"One meat lovers pizza, extra-large," Becca said.
"That's us," I chirped cheerfully, signing my receipt. "Thanks, Becca."
"'Night, Sophie."
She skipped down the stairs toward her car, and I melted against the door frame, the aroma of sausage and pepperoni making my mouth water. Davis appeared from the kitchen with plates and drinks, and I met him on the couch, flipping the delivery box open.
"Dinner is served," I said grandly.
Davis plowed through four slices. His single-minded determination shouldn't have been sexy. It probably meant he'd skipped lunch, but I wanted to believe he devoured dinner in record time because he'd rather be kissing me.
If I'd known how good Davis was at sex, I would have climbed aboard his grumpy train a long time ago. Then again, it hadn’t been for lack of trying. The man was impossible to read. Luckily, I was finally getting the hang of it—I suppressed a smug smile—and reaping the benefits.
