The feeling of fingers running over her back had Lisabeth slowly opening her eyes. The sun poured through the window, and for a second she just relaxed against the soft, silky sheets. It was then that reality set in, the fact she was at David’s house, in his bed. She was naked, the product of his arousal, his completion, coating her inner thighs. But she couldn’t deny that the stickiness aroused her, made her feel claimed, possessed.

“I didn’t want to wake you but having you right beside me, the memories of you calling out my name as you came, has me feeling like a fiend.” He pressed against her, his dick hard, demanding even. Instantly she got wet, her nipples beading, her breasts feeling achy and heavy.

Although Lisabeth should be concerned about Rachel finding out this way, at this moment she couldn’t help but just enjoy the feeling of David pressed against her. His warm breath fanning her nape told her she was really here. This was her reality.

The sound of birds chirping outside, his heavy breathing behind her, had her moaning softly. He moved his hand down her hip, along her side, and lifted her leg to place it over his waist.

A warm brush of air moved around her exposed pussy, and then she felt the stick, hard length of him press against her. She was already wet, or maybe that was still the product of when he’d come in her, filling her up, marking her.

He made love to her slow and easy, passionately. Her body was covered in sweat, her breathing haggard, her pleasure rising.

In and out.

Thrust and grind.

Moaning. Grunting.

And then he came at the same time she did, both of them moaning in unison, their bodies tense, shaking … sated.

He groaned out low at the same time she felt her climax peak. When they were both stated she relaxed against the bed, David beside her, his cock still buried in hers, his hard, big body pressed to hers.

They were both breathing hard, droplets of sweat moving along their flesh. Lisabeth wanted to tell him she loved him, the words playing right at the tip of her tongue. But she didn’t want to ruin this moment, didn’t want to risk putting her foot in her mouth when it could backfire. He cared for her, she knew that without a doubt, but that didn’t mean his feelings for her were as strong as love.

He pulled out of her with a groan and she moved to her back. A second later he was on top of her, his cock semi-hard, wet from being inside of her. They stared at each other for long seconds.

“I don’t want you to ever leave this bed,” he said in a gruff voice, his pleasure still laced in those words. She hummed softly, her eyes closed.

“I don’t want to leave this spot either,” she replied and opened her eyes when he chuckled. “Let’s just stay here and not worry about anything or anybody.”

“That sounds perfect. I don’t need to go back to work anytime soon.”

She grinned and looked into his eyes. His easy-going expression was serious, intense even.

“This wasn’t a one-time thing for me, Lisabeth.” Her heart was thundering at the sound of his voice, at the comprehension of his words. “This wasn’t about sex. This was about me claiming you, making you mine.”

Lisabeth licked her lips, knowing she wanted to tell him how much she loved him right then and there. But just because he’d claimed her, said he wanted more than sex, didn’t mean he was in love with her. Did it?

She opened her mouth to tell him just that, or maybe she wouldn’t have said anything because of her fear of ruining this, but the sound of a car pulling into the driveway had her heart stopping. She felt her eyes widen as both of them turned to look toward the side. David climbed off of her and walked over naked to the window, peering down.

“Shit,” he said under his breath.

She didn’t have to ask him what was going on to know Rachel was home.

Lisabeth got out of bed and frantically searched for her clothes. When she was dressed she realized she was breathing hard and fast, hyperventilating. She turned and saw her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. Her hair was a wild mess, her cheek painted red from the sex they’d just had.

Trying to clean up her appearance seemed to make it worse. With her hands in her hair, trying to tame the rats’ nest, she felt like crying. This was not how she wanted Rachel to find out.

The sound of the car door opening and closing seemed amplified. A moment later the front door opened and slammed shut. David was busy finishing putting his clothes on. Once he was dressed he stood there, running his hand through his hair, mussing the strands even more.

“What the hell are we going to do?” she asked, feeling frantic, her whispered words sounding like she was about to have a breakdown. Then again, that was what she felt like in this moment.

“Dad?” The sound of Rachel calling out had Lisabeth freezing.

“What do we do?” she whispered.

David looked calm, cool, and collected. “It’ll be fine. Just stay up here unless…” He lifted a brow and smirked. “Unless we just tell her what’s going on by having you come downstairs.”

She closed her eyes and exhaled. “This isn’t how I want this to go.”

“Me either, but she’ll find out sooner or later, and I would love for it to be on our terms, not because she walked in on us.”

She felt her face heat even more. “She’s not finding out like this … whatever this is.” She moved a hand between them, emphasizing her words.

He lifted a brow, seeming almost amused by her words.

“You know what this is between us.”

“Dad?” Rachel called out again, this time sounding closer.

She looked over toward the closed bedroom door, her heart beating so hard it hurt.

“I’ll handle this. Just stay in here.” He walked over to the door and stopped before he opened it. He looked over his shoulder at her. “And once this is taken care you and I will be having that talk about exactly what’s going on between us.”

He sounded so determined that all she could do was stand there and nod. And then he left her in his room, shut the door behind him, and went to diffuse this potential bomb.