“That was definitely a creative use of a pie. Five stars.” I sat on top of Davis, staring down at his sweaty, handsome face, our bodies still connected intimately. “These sheets are going to get really sticky.”

He laughed and I let my head fall back as his big, slightly roughened hands slid up and down my back. “I love getting messy with you.”

Those words. His words had the power to undo all of my resolve to maintain an emotional distance between us. Just because I felt what I felt didn’t mean I had to wallow in it. “You’re only saying that because I let you eat cake off me.” I never thought peanut butter pie could be erotic, but damn if the sexy firefighter hadn’t changed my mind. “I’ll never look at pie the same again.”

“And me?” Blue eyes bore into mine, and I knew he was asking a deeper question, one I wasn’t sure I wanted to answer. No, I didn’t want to answer because the answer would only give him hope, and hope would hurt like hell. Later.

“I love looking at you, Davis. Can’t imagine ever looking at you any differently than I am right now.” The way his gaze darkened touched me in parts I never knew existed, especially the way he was so open with his emotions. Everything he was feeling, but hadn’t yet said, shined up at me until I shivered.

“Hearing you say that Mags, makes me feel good. Really good.”

Davis didn’t wait for me to stumble my way through a response or offer some sarcastic shield, he pulled me down until our mouths crashed together, inelegant with lips and teeth, fumbling hands and intense passion. I couldn’t get enough of his taste and part of me felt guilty, indulging in Davis like this when I knew I couldn’t keep him.

Another part of me didn’t give a damn. I wanted this man more than I’d ever wanted anyone or anything, and why shouldn’t I take this happiness while I had it? Soon enough I would have to move on and Davis would find a more appropriate woman. One capable of making him happy. That thought brought me up short, and I pulled back with a soft smile. “You feel pretty good to me too, Davis.”

He thickened inside of me and my hips began to move in slow deep strokes, massaging his cock with my walls. It was a slow and intense, something we’d never done before. Something I had never experienced, and it scared the hell out of me. Truly terrified me at how much I wanted it. Craved it. “Magenta.”

My lips curved into a smile because I loved the way he moaned my whole name. Like it mattered to him. Those baby blues never left mine even as his hands roamed my body, starting at my thighs he moved up slowly, torturing every nerve ending along the way. “Yes.” The word slipped out as his hands slid up my ribcage to cup my breasts.

It was too much. Too intense. Brought too many emotions to the surface that I refused to deal with while Davis was buried deep inside me, making me forget why this was a bad idea. “Magenta,” he growled and took my breasts in a firm grip as our bodies collided against each other time and again, hard, slick smacks of skin on skin the only other sound mingled with harsh breaths. Faster and faster we moved as our passion grew until we both froze, seized and jerked our way through powerful orgasms. “Wow,” he panted out when our bodies finally stopped pulsing.

“More than wow. What’s more than wow?” The satisfaction and happiness, and maybe love shining in his eyes broke the shelf of ice around my heart.

“You are Magenta.”

In that moment I knew that I would soak up every moment with this man. Savor every look and every kiss. I would memorize his body and let the memory of us keep me warm when Belle Musique was nothing more than another memory.

I sighed and leaned forward, brushing a line of hot, wet kisses across this throat. “I think we still have leftover barbecue. If you’re lucky maybe I’ll eat it off your six pack.”

He laughed and smacked my ass, scooting to the edge of the bed and lifting me along with him. “That’s a deal I’ll take you up on happily. Later. But first I have a craving to see your body covered in soap, to watch these nipples pucker from my lips.”

“Yes, please.” My voice came out breathy, and I knew I had a glazed over lust filled expression on my face. “I look forward to seeing if those thighs are strong enough to hold you up during a steamy, hot, shower…blow job.”

Even as his eyes crinkled around the edges with laughter, the heat in them was unmistakable. “Keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it to the shower.” I loved it when his voice went all dark and commanding.

“That’s okay. We’ll make it to the shower…eventually.”

And we did…eventually.

“What do you want to do today?” We were back in bed surrounded by leftover food. Too much food for two people, but we’d burned a lot of calories.

“Haven’t we done enough?” The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go out with Davis. We had fun exploring during our weekend together in Vegas. “Actually, how do you feel about playing tourist in the city until tomorrow?”

A slow burn of a smile spread across his handsome face and he grabbed my hand. “No more geriatric strip clubs?”

The memory of his face when we stepped inside one of those perfectly seedy Las Vegas strip joints that advertised “Amateur Night” and saw a silver haired woman spread eagle on a pole, had me laughing so hard the whole bed shook. “I make no promises.”

His smile widened. “I’m in.”

And I was in trouble. Luckily trouble was my specialty.