“I could count on one hand how many people care about me, and he’s one of them.”
“That’s not true,” I say softly. “You need one more finger. I care about you too.”
When he opens his eyes, a private, unspoken emotion passes between us, one I never thought I’d see on Danny Walker’s face.
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and I decide I’ve pushed him enough for one night.
“How’s the jet lag? Since you had to fly with the normal people, princess?”
He grins, taking a swig of his beer. “Fair enough, I deserve that. I’m absolutely shattered, is the truth.”
He looks it.
“We can have an early night.”
“This is officially our first date.” he gives me a lopsided smile. “I’m supposed to be sweeping you off your feet.”
“Showing I can keep up with a 20 something.” he groans as he claps a hand on his pocket.
He takes his phone out, and I see Tristan’s name flash across the screen. “He thinks I’m still in New York.” he frowns. “I won’t get it.” Part of hiding our dirty little secret.
“Danny.” I start, trying to sound light-hearted. “Why are you so worried about Tristan knowing about us? Are you embarrassed?”
His forehead creases into a frown. “No, Charlie, I’m not embarrassed.”
“Tristan made me promise I would never go there. Tristan’s very protective of you and Callie, you know. After he witnessed how your mother was treated by your father. He used to go out for days and come back, and she’d hear he was with some other woman. Tristan used to hear her lying in bed crying. He doesn’t want anyone to hurt you. You’re his baby sister.”
“I know all that,” I say, frustrated. “I might have been younger, but I still witnessed it. That’s not a reason to mollycoddle me. I’m a grown woman now.”
“Not to get into Sigmund Freud theories, but you are not my father! Just like I am not your mother. Do you treat women badly?”
He gives a soft laugh. “No, I’ve always been very straight with women. I rarely want to jump into something serious. Sometimes they ignore that and get hurt when it ends badly.” Like I will.
I wither a little as his hurtful words sear my ears. If he notices, he ignores it.
“Tristan knows me. He knows I’ve been with a lot of women. He doesn’t want that for you.”
“What about what I want?” I ask. “Doesn’t that matter?”
“You are so much younger than me, Charlie. You’re in a different time of your life,” he says.
“What you want will change.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “Don’t patronise me, Danny.”
He takes both my hands. “Let’s not fight. I can’t tell you what’s going to happen in the future. All I can say is that I’m taking a big risk now because to walk away would be worse. That’s all I can give you right now. Is that enough?” There’s a pause.
“Yes,” I say at last.
He gives me a look of relief.
“Now, what’s good for dessert?” He asks, opening the menu and turning to the back page.
Damn, I was hoping we could leave after the main course so I could scratch the leather. He’s here
for the long haul. For fuck’s sake, who orders dessert after scoffing two naan bread, a whole bowl of rice, and a large meat stacked jalfrezi?
I can’t take this. I use my elbow to subtly stroke back and forth between my legs.
Nearly… nearly… ooh, it’s not enough. I need this damn contraption off.
“What are you doing?” His eyes are wide, watching as I dig my elbow in further. “Did you just try to scratch your nunny with your elbow?”
“My nunny?” I snort. “Are you 12? It’s the leather.”
“The leather?”
“I’m wearing a tight leather bra and pants ensemble. It was supposed to be a surprise.”
He gives me an amused smirk. “God give me strength. You take out the leather after I’ve sat squashed against a fat man and a baby for eight hours. Are you trying to murder me through exhaustion?”
“You look like you have fleas.”
“That’s not the look I was aiming for,” I mutter.
He lets out a snort of laughter and finds my hand across the table. “Let’s get the dessert to go.”
***
Back on my new luxury bed, we rip at each other’s clothes like bears trying to maul the other. It’s only been a few days, but it’s been too long since I saw him naked. I’m panting hornily as he tugs my sweater over my head to reveal the leather bra.
I fumble with his jeans like an amateur. There’s no time or desire for foreplay tonight.
I push him down onto the bed and climb onto him, my legs straddling his hips.
“It would be a shame to waste the leather.” He says gruffly, pushing a finger inside the leather bra to circle a nipple.
I hover just above him without touching him as he pushes the leather cups down so that my breasts spring free.
His length stands up straight, thick and impatient. “Stop teasing me,” he growls. “Get on my cock.”
I smirk down at him and reach between my legs to pull down the zip of my leather pants, exposing my crotch.
“Zipped.” He hisses. “Very efficient.”
His hands tighten around my hips, and he lowers me down so that his head is rubbing against my wet slit.
Then he impaled me onto him, filling me so deeply I cried out.
“Easy.” I breathe, rotating my hips to stretch my core out so that I can take his size.
“Sorry.” He replies gruffly. “It’s been a week.”
I start to gyrate gently on top of him, thrusting my hips, reaching the spot that I know will bring me pleasure.
“You’re so deep.” I moan, looking down at him. “Do you know how good you feel inside me?”
I thrust in and out, increasing the tempo as my pleasure dictates, and his breathing becomes laboured, louder.
“I’m going to come.” He closes his eyes and hisses. “If you keep doing that, I can’t stop.”
I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to prove I could make him come hard and fast. I control the movement; I’ll control when he comes.
I slam my hips into his groin and widen my legs deeper, so he is buried to the hilt.
He lets out a strangled growl. “Fuck, I’m coming. Now. Now.”
I feel it like it’s part of me. He explodes into me, filling me with his come as I watch his handsome face twist and contort with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Did that help the jetlag?” I ask breathlessly, holding him inside me.
When he opens his eyes, they are swimming with tenderness. “Yes, Charlie, I’ll have the best sleep of my life now.”