Page 44 of Fall Into Temptation
“You got forty kids off the street, made all those teachers stop yelling at me, and you brought me ziti. I don’t mind. I’m in love.”
Layla and Eva each took an arm and hauled Donovan to his feet.
“Okay, big guy. Eva here’s gonna make sure you get home. I’m telling Minnie that under no circumstances are you to be called before 8 a.m. tomorrow. Now get your ass out of here.”
Donovan took a stumbling step off the curb, and Eva held him up. “I don’t think you’re driving, Donovan.”
“His keys are in the ignition,” Layla said, jerking her chin toward his cruiser.
“I can’t drive a police cruiser!”
Layla shrugged. “Desperate times. See ya tomorrow, Cardona.”
Eva poured Donovan into the passenger seat and hurried around to the other side. She had to move the seat all the way up to accommodate her short legs. Eva turned the key and then realized she didn’t know where he lived. And he was sound asleep already.
He’d professed his love for her, and she had no idea where he lived. Of course, it was Blue Moon. She could just roll down her window and ask literally anyone on the street. They’d be able to tell her what magazine subscriptions he had and where he hid his spare key. But maybe a change of scenery would do him some good.
She pointed the car in the direction of her place. “Guess we’re having our first sleep over before our first date,” she murmured under her breath.
Donovan snored in response.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Donovan woke in stages, easing into consciousness. He felt as if he was emerging from a coma, awareness slowly returning to his fingers and toes, his limbs. Before his eyes were open, he knew he wasn’t in his own bed. There were cushions beneath him and a fuzzy blanket draped over him.
He cracked an eye open and realized there was a redhead sound asleep on his chest. His mind may not have been fully awake, but his body more than made up for it. His dick went stone hard in the span of a breath. Her hair tickled his nose as his mind raced back over the previous night. He remembered the exhaustion, the marching band, the ziti. And then hardly anything at all.
Eva had driven him home. He recalled that vaguely. And then settled him on the couch with his leftovers. That was the last thing he could pull.Did they have sex?he wondered. God, he hoped not. His first time with Eva was supposed to memorable, monumental, for them both. Dammit.
He stroked a hand down her back and was relieved to find her wearing a tank top. He was shirtless, but a quick exploration beneath the blanket proved he was still wearing pants that covered his throbbing erection.
Blearily, he gazed around Eva’s living room. His duty belt was coiled on the coffee table next to his cell phone. His shoes were tucked neatly beneath. A dull, rosy glow peeked through her windows. The softly coming dawn.
“Mmmph,” Eva murmured, her lips moving against the skin of his shoulder.
Her mouth on him did nothing to dull the painful, voracious hunger he was feeling for her. He winced when the leg she’d tossed over his thighs inched higher.
“Eva,” he whispered.
“Mmm, Sheriff Sexy.” Her long-lashed eyes remained closed. He could see the faint freckles that danced across the bridge of her nose.
Despite the agony, he grinned. This was one hell of a way to wake up. The woman of his dreams wrapped in his arms while the rest of the world was quiet. Yeah, he could get used to this.
“Eva,” he said again.
She yawned and wiggled closer, incrementally increasing his torture.
“Baby. Wake up.”
Her eyes fluttered open and focused slowly on his face. She sighed happily. “Oh, good. It wasn’t a dream.”
The realization hit him like a cartoon anvil. Donovan bolted upright, nearly flinging her to the floor. He’d fallen asleep on his watch, leaving his town unprotected. “I shouldn’t have slept so long,” he cursed, scrambling out from under the blanket.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the sleepy Eva demanded, doing her best to shove him back down.
“Eva, I have an entire town collectively losing its damn mind. I don’t have time for sleep or… other distractions.”
She prodded him in the chest. “For your information, you fell asleep sitting against a mailbox last night. Layla and Colby took the shift that you were too big of a hero to give them.”
