Page 56 of Tinder Embrace
His bulk shadowed me, achingly close, my backside barely grazing his thighs. I wanted him closer. I needed him snuggled around me.
"It's a little chilly. Maybe we can spoon?"
Davis scooched closer, and I shifted my hips back, holding my breath until our bodies aligned.
"Much better," I sighed as he dropped a big palm along my hip.
The heat from his hand burned through my jeans, igniting an answering flame deeper. In a perfect world, he'd unbutton my fly and slip his fingers beneath the waistband, diving to touch me where I wanted him most. Slick moisture gathered between my thighs, until I ached to make the fantasy a reality, but Davis's hand lay stubbornly at my hip.
I released a shuddering breath, tempted to ask him for more. After all, he'd been eager enough to take me up on my offer to cuddle closer.
"It's peaceful out here," I said instead.
"Mm."
Slowly, I let the frogs and the night sky lull me into a semblance of calm. But I could never forget that Davis provided the wall of heat at my back. Achingly close, and yet not doing anything about it. The man had the restraint of a saint. Too bad all I could think about was sin. Practical me could recognize that it was a bit nippy to get naked under the stars, but sex-starved Sophie didn't give a flying fork. Davis would keep me warm.
He seemed almost meditative behind me, his breath even, his body still. I wanted to scoot my hips back, grind them into his lap, just to see if I could get a reaction, but that wouldn't be fair. Though I couldn't understand why he'd brought me out here, if he didn't intend at least a bit more? He hadn't so much as kissed me. My ego couldn’t handle it if he'd actually fallen asleep behind me. Then again, he'd probably been burning the candle from both ends for weeks, between the chiller issues and routine farm demands. He deserved the rest.
"Sophie?"
His soft rumble set every nerve aflame, as if I hadn't just talked myself into an innocent bout of stargazing while he caught a quick nap.
"Ye-ah?"
My voice cracked in the middle, a dead giveaway that I wasn't feeling quite as casual as I wanted to appear. Thankfully, Davis wasn't as adept at reading my tells yet.
"Wanna make out? Otherwise, I can take you back if you're getting cold."
I laughed. Blunt and to the point. That was my Davis.
My hormones roared, celebrating his offer.
My heart cautioned me to take things slower.
I scooted until I was on my back, better able to read his expression. Davis lay next to me, his head propped on one hand, watching me with hungry eyes. The lust flickering in his gaze made me feel less self-conscious about my earlier fantasy.
I stroked Davis's chest, burrowing my hands under his jacket to rest against his abdomen. The muscles drew taut under my fingers, and I couldn't help but stroke the ridges.
"Is this your master plan? Bring me out under the stars and seduce me?" I asked. "Because, if so? I'm totally in."
"Stop me if you get too cold," Davis urged, his expression serious.
I chuckled.
"Stopmeif you get toohot."
Chapter 22
Davis
Bringing Sophie to my secret thinking spot: smart idea, or the best fucking idea ever?
I knew how my dick would vote. Too bad that fucker was going to have to wait for another time.
Groaning, I let my forehead drop to Sophie's. I hadn't even started kissing her yet, and I was more than ready to plunge home.
"Small note. I didn't bring any condoms."
