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 over 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.
Morgan made her way into the living room, keenly aware of the clubbing outfit she was wearing. Never in her life had she made the walk of shame to her house. She only hoped that Mama Ricci wasn’t there to see her.
Davin nodded to the door. “I’ll drive you to the shop.”
She nodded in response, now having difficulty finding anything to say. A moment later they were in his car and on their way.
They rode in silence to the book store. She kept fiddling with the hem of her dress, not quite sure what to say. Mercifully, it wasn’t long before they were outside her door.
Morgan turned to Davin. “Thanks for the ride.”
He nodded and glanced her way. “I guess I’ll give you a call.”
The words hit her like a sledge hammer. She tried to hide the pain hearing those words brought.
“Sure,” she said, her voice wavering.
The idea of tiny heart break now seemed like a desperate delusion. She now only hoped that she could at least reasonably function over the next few days.
Morgan opened the door. She was nearly out of the car when a large hand landed on her arm.
“Wait.”
Morgan turned around to look at Davin. He ran a hand through his dark hair.
She stared at him, putting all her effort into not crying in front of him. She sighed and closed the door.
“Fuck,” Davin said. He sighed and leaned his head back against the seat. “This is just so fucked up.”
She frowned, now more confused than anything. “What?”
Davin turned and slid his hand down her arm until their palms met. “This.”
She swallowed hard. “I still don’t understand.”
“I’m just not cut out for this sort of thing.”
Morgan yanked her arm away. “And what sort of thing would that be?”
Davin looked her in the eye, staring at her until she was certain he could look right into her very soul. She only barely stopped herself from shivering.
“I’m a bad man,” he said finally. “I killed that man last night. He wasn’t the first, and he’s not going to be the last. I’m not even going to say that I’m broken up about it.”
Her heart hammered in her chest. She hadn’t forgotten what he’d done but instead pushed it to the very back of her mind.
“It doesn’t matter,” Morgan whispered.
Davin raised a brow. “Doesn’t it? Isn’t it the most important thing?”
He placed a hand on her cheek, and she covered it with her own. Morgan leaned into the warm palm and closed her eyes.
She didn’t know what she expected. That he would quit doing what he did and live happily ever after with her? The idea of Davin working at the book store almost made her laugh out loud.
A bitter piece deep inside twisted knowing that sort of thing was exactly what she hoped.
“I don’t care,” she whispered. “I need you.”
Davin pulled his hand back and tilted her head up by the chin. “Now I know that’s not true.”
She pressed her lips together. “Fine,” she said defiantly. “I want you, then.”
His gaze waivered, and she wondered if she’d broken through past the brick wall he’d managed to build up around himself and into his cold heart.
Davin nodded toward the store. “You better get inside before customers start arriving.”
Morgan sighed. That wall was just as solid as ever. Too tired to argue, she opened the door once again.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said.
She closed the door behind her once she was on the curb.
With a stiff back, she made her way to the side of the building and started to climb the stairs.
“I’ll pick you up after work tonight,” Davin said.
For a second she didn’t quite process what he’d said. Then she stopped and turned at the top of the stairs to look back at Davin.
He stared at her from the bottom and not the car. He looked like he had sprinted over and still wasn’t quite sure what he was saying.
Morgan couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. Maybe she’d been wrong about everything.
“You want to see me tonight?” she said, not bothering to hide the joy in her tone.
“I don’t know what we’re doing, but I know I need to see you tonight.”
Good enough. It wasn’t a promise, but it didn’t mean nothing.
“Tonight then,” she said softly.
Davin nodded and turned back to his car.
Morgan stepped inside and closed the door behind her. If anything, it meant she had another chance for him to see they were made to be together.