“Are you fucking crazy?” she all but shouted.
Davin turned and grinned at her. Anger and worry started to well up in her.
“You’ve got quite the mouth on you these days,” he said.
Something about the way he said it made her shiver a little, a deep sort of almost purr that made her lower half burn.
Morgan ignored his suggestive tone and watched as he fished out the tweezers from the alcohol. He took a long swig off his bottle of beer before placing the tweezers inside the bullet hole. Blood ran down his arm, and she grabbed the towel he’d brought to catch it.
“You can’t take out a bullet yourself,” she said, her words breathless as they came out.
Davin shrugged and pulled out the tweezers, a small bullet pinched between the tips. He dropped the metal on the table. “Not like this is the first time I’ve done something like this.”
He picked up a fresh bottle of alcohol and poured it over the wound. She could tell it hurt like hell with how much his hand shook and the grim set of his jaw. He set down the bottle and picked up a needle and thread.
With a trembling hand, she took the needle from him. “I’ll do it,” she said softly.
Davin looked at her and gave a small nod. “Just keep the stitches small.”
Morgan took several deep breaths. She’d read about this sort of thing, of course, but she didn’t even have an up-to-date CPR certification, let alone actual experience doing stitches.
She bit her lip and brought the needle in for the first stitch. It took all her will to not close her eyes.
She winced each time she pierced his skin and was glad she only had to do it four times to close the hole. When she finished, she placed antibiotic ointment on the spot and covered it with gauze. A little tape finished up her first aid efforts.
Davin sat back and finished his beer.
He had just started on his second one when Morgan frowned. Her eyes began searching his body. How many times had he been shot?
She zeroed in on a spot near his collar bone. Carefully she reached out and ran a finger over the thin scar.
“Grazed me there,” he said softly. “About four years ago.”
Morgan found another small faded line on his left pec.
“Knife fight,” he said, and took a drink. “You should see the other guy.” He grinned.
She slid her gaze down him and found a larger scar on his right rib. Morgan took in a deep breath and ran a finger over the spot. This one was puckered and still looked pink. Like it was fresh.
“And this?”
She gasped when he placed his hand over hers, pressing her hand into the spot.
“Little over a year,” he whispered.
Davin finished off his second beer and placed it on the table next to him. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch. “I really wanted to be here.”
She swallowed. “Aunt Dee.”
He nodded and opened his eyes. “I was undercover with some nasty guys up north. They were picking off the young girls of the town to sell off to the highest bidder.”
She felt his thumb move over her hand still pressed against the wound. It was a comforting feeling touching him this way.
“I was just about to make my move when the leader caught wind somehow that I was hired to take care of them. I was fast enough to get one round in him to take him out, but not before he hit me.”
Morgan leaned in a little. Amazed that he was still around, considering.
“His men all took off,” he said, and stared at her. “Left me there to bleed out on the floor. It was only luck that Kane decided to stop by when I hadn’t checked in.”
She turned her hand to lace her fingers through his. “Why didn’t he call me? I would have come.”
Davin shook his head. “By the time I came out of surgery, we got word about your aunt. You already had too much to worry about without adding my sorry ass to the mix.”
She frowned. All this time she’d been so angry with him for not coming, but he had been trying to protect her.
Her instincts had been pushing her toward being with him, even when her rational mind tried to convince her it was a bad idea. The more she learned about him, the more she realized her instincts had been right.
Morgan leaned forward and placed a kiss against his lips.
He groaned loudly and dropped his head back against the couch. “You’re going to make me waste all my good intentions.”
She frowned. “Your what?”
Davin stared at her for a moment before sighing loudly. “Fuck it. I’m already going to hell anyway. Might as well enjoy it.”
She gasped as he shifted forward and pressed his mouth firmly to hers, leaning back until she was lying on the couch. His hard body covered her own as he plundered her mouth.
Chapter Eleven
Sure, Morgan might have started the kiss, but it was clear Davin was in control. His tongue plunged into her open mouth, taking whatever he wanted along the way.
There was no way he was going to take it slow. Not with the way his hands roved over her body. With ease he slipped inside the front opening of her dress. His rough hands grazed her sensitive nipples.
Davin pulled back and placed hot kisses against the side of her neck. Morgan moaned and wound her hands into his hair.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re just about naked in this dress. It should be illegal for you to go out in this.”
Heat flooded her cheeks. Never had she felt sexier than at that moment.
“Getting naked isn’t such a bad idea,” she said in a husky voice.
Davin pulled back from her, and for a moment, she wondered if she hadn’t quite pulled it off. It wasn’t like she got many opportunities to be sexy selling books.
Morgan opened her mouth to a little circle when his hands skimmed up the outside of her thighs, grabbing the hem of her dress as he did so.
“Good idea,” he whispered.
Davin pulled the fabric up her body and tossed it somewhere behind the couch.
He stared down her body, his gaze so intense that she couldn’t help but bring her hands over her chest.
Davin caught her wrists and pulled them back. “I want to see all of you.”
Her breath caught in her throat at his words. There was no way to resist him when he talked like that. Not when he said it in that rough, gravelly voice that made her wet with need.
Davin leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against her lips. She moaned into his mouth as his firm chest bushed against her aching nipples.
Slowly, he made his way down her body, not stopping until his mouth was wrapped around a hard bud.
Morgan leaned back and arched her chest further into his mouth, begging him to do the same to the other side.
“More,” she whispered.
She wasn’t really sure what else she wanted until his fingers traced the line of her panties, and she bucked her hips into his hand.
As if he knew, Davin slid the small scrap of lace out of the way and slipped a finger between her damp folds, making sure to bump her clit as he did so.
He pulled his mouth away from her breast with a pop and began licking the other nipple, flicking it several times just before sucking the whole thing back into his mouth.
With ease, he slipped one finger inside her.
“Davin,” Morgan moaned.
He pumped his finger in and out of her several times. She chanted his name each time his long finger plunged into her.
He pulled his mouth away. A moment later, he reached down and unsnapped his pants, his finger still pumping into her as he did.
Morgan moaned when he pulled out of her and kicked his pants the rest of the way off.
She briefly glimpsed his hard length before he pulled off her panties and pressed himself between her legs. His hot cock pressed hard against her wet center.
He slid against her several times, coating himself with her juices.
Morgan shook with need as he did so.
She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take this torture. She needed him inside her. She needed him to make her scream.
“Oh, baby, please tell me you aren’t a virgin,” Davin said.
He mumbled as he continued to slip between her folds. He was so fucking hard he could feel the blood pumping into his head.
“I’m not a virgin,” she groaned.
Confusion and anger coursed through him as he pulled back to stare down at her. “You aren’t?”
Morgan shook her head.
Davin frowned. He had been so keen on sinking into her but had just assumed he would be her first.
It had been so firm in his mind that he would be the one defiling his sweet flower that it never even occurred to him that she might have been with anyone else.
“Who was it?” His words came out fiercer than he intended.
Morgan rolled her eyes and groaned as he moved forward again. His cock nearly burst with need.
“You really want to get into this now? Maybe we should talk about your past as well.”
Davin groaned as he made his way back to her mouth to kiss away the irritation. He was being irrational. He knew it didn’t matter.
“You’re right,” he mumbled and plunged his tongue into her mouth as he bucked his hips, grinding his pelvis against her hard clit.
Morgan panted as she pulled away. He could feel her sweet juices as they dribbled down her ass.
Anger pumped in him once more. Some prick had been with this beautiful woman and decided to walk away. All that after he’d made sure to keep himself from her all this time.
“Was it that little shit that took you to prom?” Davin growled.
Morgan stared up at him with a sort of dazed expression, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. “What?”
“That kid from prom. Robbie or whatever his name was. Knew I should have beat the shit out of him.”
Morgan pushed up on her elbows. Her soft brown eyes flashed with irritation. Something about it only turned him on more.
“Seriously? That was years ago.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “And do you plan on beating up everyone I had sex with?”
Davin choked at the unexpected turn. “There’s more than one?”
Morgan rolled her eyes and reached down between them to run her hand firmly over his hard cock.
He groaned loudly as she did so and shivered when she placed her mouth to his ear.
“It’s a good thing, Davin,” she said, and slid his head just into her wet opening. “It means you don’t have to hold back.”
Morgan pulled back and smiled at him. The sort of knowing smile like she knew she’d just won. He watched her beautiful face as he pushed hard into her slick pussy.
She moaned loudly as he did so and leaned back.
Davin wrapped his hands on her tiny hips and pulled back a little only to slam back inside. Morgan was right. There was an advantage to not being her first.
“I’ll be your best,” he grunted.
He held nothing back as he hammered into her, lifting her legs as he continued to move inside her.
Christ, she was tight, though. With each move, he could feel her inner muscles as they worked over his painfully hard cock.
“Davin,” she moaned.
Hearing his name on her lips as she moaned in ecstasy was just right. Like he’d been waiting since the day he first met her to hear just that.
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the air around them, their sex thick in the room.
Davin reached down to rub her little clit as he continued to move inside.
“Oh shit,” she gasped. “I’m going to—”
He could feel her squeezing him before she’d even gotten the words out, the rhythmic pulse wringing him and drawing out his own orgasm.
Davin slammed in one last time deep inside her as his cock jerked inside, releasing everything he’d been holding back.
Exhausted he lay on top of her. Under his ear he could hear as her steady heart slowly came down off the high of her climax.
Next to him, a phone buzzed loudly. Without thinking, he pulled out the phone and hit the green button.
“Oh, thank God, Morgan! We were worried after all the shooting—”
“Give me the phone,” Morgan whispered, a pleading look in her eyes.
Davin glanced down at the woman under him and grinned. His cock still inside her, he could feel himself grow and shifted his hips a little. He loved the little gasp she made as he did so.
“Morgan is busy getting fucked right now. In fact, she’s going to be busy all night,” Davin said. “She’ll call you back tomorrow.”
Not bothering to wait for a response, he hit the red end button.
Morgan gasped. “You can’t just tell people we’re having great sex.”
Davin’s grin grew even wider. “So it’s great sex?”
He moved inside her again, loving the sort of slow torture they were working on.
Her breathing came out in small puffs. “You know it is,” she groaned.
Davin raised a brow and moved again. “Hmmm…” He pushed in hard this time.
“I think I’m going to need another demonstration before I’m sure.”
He was surprised when her arm wrapped around his neck, and Morgan pulled him in for a deep kiss.
“Now let’s have that demonstration,” she whispered.
Lord help him. Great sex was one thing, but meeting his match was another.
Chapter Twelve
Morgan rolled over in bed. She couldn’t help the grin that filled her face before she even opened her eyes. Everything felt so perfect.
She’d spent so many nights thinking about Davin. About what it’d be like. And now the entire night had been filled with him.
There was no way she could forget, even if she soon lacked the delicious ache between her legs providing a nice reminder of how many times they had come together.
Something rustled in the room. She peeked open one eye and was treated to a glorious sight.
Davin emerged from the bathroom, still damp from his shower. A towel was wrapped around his waist, but the rest of his delicious muscles were on full display. She thought back to all of the muscles she’d explored and licked the night before.
He stared at her, his green eyes filled with hunger. “Stop looking at me like that, or you’ll never make it in time to open the shop,” he growled.
Morgan nibbled her bottom lip. Maybe she didn’t care about the shop. At least for one day.
It was beyond tempting to just spend all day in bed with the Irish bad boy. She’d waited for so many years for him to finally see her as a woman, and now she had him.
Davin stared at her as he dropped the towel. His rigid erection was visible as he grabbed his underwear and slipped them on. “You see what you do to me?”
Her cheeks flamed at the heat in his eyes. Davin leaned down to place a soft kiss against her lips.
He let out a long breath. “You’re too much. Christ, I could just eat you up.”
A little shiver passed through her at his words. He was totally the Big Bad Wolf, and she wasn’t so sure she didn’t want to give in and let him gobble her up.
“So are you opening the shop?” Davin asked, and leaned back slightly.
His demeanor changed slightly now that real life had seeped into their happy morning.
That didn’t really surprise her. She had expected this sort of thing. Despite how much she enjoyed the previous night, she also understood that it was just a night. A spectacular and unforgettable night, but still just a night.
It wasn’t the start of a relationship. There was no way things could go that way. That just wasn’t how Davin operated. She knew this more than anyone. Knew how many hearts he’d broken.
In this case though, she wouldn’t let disappointment grow into heart break. She’d already shared more with him than she ever expected, so she resigned herself to having to be satisfied with being pleasured over and ove
r so many times in one night.
Hell, that alone was more than she could say for any other man she’d been with before.
Morgan glanced over at the clock near the bed. Nearly eight. She’d have just enough time to slip into the shower and get dressed if she got up now. She nodded.
“Yeah, I’m going to open the shop.”
Davin gave a short nod and slipped on some jeans. “Good,” he said. “I’ve got some business to look into today.”
It was subtle. Maybe someone who didn’t know him well wouldn’t have heard it, but she could hear the distance in the tone of his voice.
New walls were rising with each sentence. Morgan bunched the sheet around her, looking for some sort of protection from what was to come. Just because she wouldn’t let Davin break her heart didn’t mean she’d be able to stop it from hurting at all.
She needed to get her mind off that sort of thing.
“How’s your arm?” she asked as she stood. That would work. Anything, really, to distract herself from the feelings brewing deep inside, which now threatened to slip from her tenuous control.
Davin winced as he pulled on the t-shirt but shrugged. “No big deal. Like I said last night, I’ve had worse.”
Morgan let out a quiet sigh. Of course he had. She’d seen the evidence all over his body.
She stared at him for a moment before walking over to the chair where he’d placed her clothes from last night. Each piece lay there neatly folded. She glanced over at him.
“I’ll just be waiting in the living room,” Davin said. He cleared his throat and looked anywhere but her, then stepped out into the hall.
Relief washed over Morgan when he left. She’d tried to tell herself disappointment wouldn’t become heart break, but now she accepted that was a lie. It was hard to maintain her smile when her heart was breaking, even if it was just a tiny bit.
She slipped on her clothes quickly and took in a deep breath. The only choice was to move forward.
She could do this. It wasn’t like she didn’t know what was coming. In the end, she still had all her daily tasks. Forget the mind-blowing sex, the day was just like any other day.
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