Lou ignored him and grabbed the remote. In seconds, I was staring at the guy who had offered to buy me drinks, no expectations. Sweat beads pooled on his forehead with football pads on.
Oh my goodness. Bury me in the back parking lot. Lance would kill me for not knowing who this guy was.
That his name appeared beneath his smile, and a microphone was shoved into his face and the words Rookie Davis Hall scores three touchdowns in Monday Night Football Madness.
I turned to him, heat creeping up on my cheeks, and tried to salvage my dignity.
It was hopeless. Lance said his name almost as often as he told Belle he loved her, and he loved her a ton.
“I can see the resemblance,” I teased, bringing my beer to my lips.
He followed the action with a completely different look than was now behind him on the big screen. No wonder he had asked Lou to change the channel earlier.
“Is that your brother?”
Lou’s laugh was boisterous, almost shaking the walls of his own bar.
Davis’s smile, on the other hand? Charming. Completely disarming with a hint of roughness to it, and that gleam in his eye was no longer embarrassed.
It was heated.
Made my toes curl in my platform heels.
It was undeniably sexy.
“I have two sisters. No brothers.” As if I hadn’t just completely offended him.
“Huh.”
He turned to Lou, requested two more beers, one for each of us, although the shots had warmed my stomach, and the beer was going straight to my head, leading to only bad decisions.
This guy played professional football. He made millions.
I was in no place to be breathing his same air, much less flirting with him… or doing anything else that impulsive itch suggested every time he smiled, and my insides fluttered.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say? I mean, you’re in the presence of greatness, and I get a completely unimpressed ‘huh’?”
Oh, I was impressed. With his muscles and his smile and his hair and those teeth and lips and that straight nose… I hadn’t looked down, but given the top half of him and now knowing his profession, I had a feeling he’d be ripped and muscled everywhere. Didn’t quite care about football, but the rest of him was on a level of greatness I’d never touched before.
“I should go live on the TikTok or the Facebook with this. This is liquid gold.”
Davis flipped his coaster at Lou like it was a frisbee without peeling his eyes off me. “What would it take, then?”
“What would what take?”
He leaned closer. There were four seats in between us, but we might as well have been pressed up against each other for all the heat he was giving off.
I shivered from the heat in his gaze.
“What would it take to impress you?”
Impulsivity won.
We stumbled through the door to Davis’s condo, thirty floors in the air, a tangle of limbs entwined, and our mouths fused together.
He kicked off his shoes, I stumbled out of my heels and he laughed against my mouth as I dropped three inches lower.
“Damn, you’re short,” he muttered right before his hands that had been at my waist slid to my backside and with a quick move, I was lifted, legs wrapping around him.
“Prefer fun-sized.”
He chuckled against my lips before pressing them to the hinge of my jaw. “Well, let’s see how much fun we can have.”
“Yes,” I rasped, right as he bit down at that tender flesh of my shoulder, making the already heated storm within me burn brighter. Dear goodness, I did not have to go home with a football player on my Bingo card for the year, but I was not regretting my choices.
Yet. I’d see what tomorrow would bring.
In moments, I was clinging to him, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne or shampoo as he bent down and laid me out on his couch.
“Can’t make it to the bedroom,” Davis murmured. He leaned over me, one foot braced to the floor, one knee between my thigh and the couch, and began undoing the buttons of his dress shirt.
Like hell, I cared where I was to get to enjoy a view like this.
“Next time.”
I was still staring at his chest, but my gaze rose as he said it. “There’s more?”
I lifted a hand as his chest was exposed, pushed it beneath his opened shirt as he released the final button and took in the delicious view. His oh-so glorious six-pack and a thin trail of light brown hair that dipped beneath his waistband against a beautiful, tight and toned tan skin.
“If you’re up for it.”
“Let’s see how good round one is first.” My fingers went to his belt. I opened the clasp, but instead of going to the button of his pants, I slipped my fingers between his waistband and yanked him toward me.
He fell forward to me with a surprised gasp and a smile that lit up his carved cheekbones. One hand settled next to my shoulder, the other on the cushion. “It’s going to be great, Snickers.”
“Snickers?”
“Mm-hmm.” His lips brushed over mine, back against my jawline. “My favorite fun-sized treat.”
He silenced my laugh with a kiss, and his hands went to my shirt. “Need this off. Been wanting to touch you ever since you walked into Lou’s tonight. First thing I thought of was if you’d taste like cherries.”
More likely I tasted like sweat and bad decisions but thankfully he didn’t seem to mind.
I lifted my arms as he pushed up my shirt, and for a moment, our eyes locked right before his dropped to my breasts that were testing the lacy confines of my bra.
A low, pleased groan slipped from his full lips before he glanced back at me. “You still sure you’re okay about this?”
I was more sure given that he was kind enough to ask. “Yes.”
“Good.” His hand splayed flat to my soft stomach. “Then stay right here. I’ll be right back.”
“Thought you couldn’t wait?”
He stood from the couch and shot me a wicked look that made my toes curl into the cushions beneath.
“Safety first.”
Chapter 3
Davis
Never been so damn thrilled to not head to Broadway. Whatever was messing with my head dissipated after the call with my sister and then evaporated altogether as Maggie and I sat at Lou’s until he kicked us out so he could close up. It was only then I suggested we head back to my place, if she’d be okay with that.
She’d fired off a quick text to a friend and slid off the stool.
As soon as we hit the elevators, I stopped holding back, and now I couldn’t wait to get back to her, explore every inch of her short and curvy body. I grabbed the box of condoms I had in my nightstand and shucked out of my pants and socks before I hurried back to the living room.
Maggie was a vision, spread out with one leg bent on my couch, her hair a pillow of dark, stormy waves beneath her. Goddamn, she was gorgeous.
She caught my movement and turned her head in my direction, and it was then I noticed where her hand was. Where her fingers were… slipped beneath the band of her shorts and moving.
Oh dear God. Yes… this woman was everything.
“Show me,” I grunted, nodding at her fingers doing the work I couldn’t wait to help her out with.