We’re in plain view of his driver and I’m not sure how tinted these windows could be, but none of that matters when I’m in Davis’s arms. I shift my kiss from his lips down to his neck, sucking hard against his skin. I want to mark him. Despite everything, I want to lay a claim on him so that no other woman could be so dense as to think she could have him.
I want him, all of him.
His hand goes to the back of my head and holds it there softly, like he’s spurring me on. He wants my hickeys. He wants my marks. The thought alone has me rubbing up against him shamelessly, wishing we were back at his apartment already.
This is it—this is what I foolishly envisioned when he made his offer. Ten thousand dollars a week to be adored by a man like Davis. It was precisely this that coerced me to accept his offer. My lips return to his. I bring my hands up to his collar and tug him down lower to deepen our kiss. He obliges—and god, can the man kiss.
He breaks contact to bring his lips down to my neck this time, his hands roaming over my waist and the curves of my hips as he draws me ever-closer.
“I want you so much,” he murmurs into my ear.
“I want you too,” I whisper, unable to hold back.
I can feel him smile against my skin, and a burst of excitement pulses through me. Tonight will be the night he finally takes me. Finally. Finally. I wonder if he’ll hold me in his big arms again. I wonder if he’ll cage me with his body. I wonder if he’ll whisper sweet things in my ear like he did eight years ago.
I wonder if he’ll tell me I’m beautiful.
“Say it again,” he urges through his kisses. “Say it again, Olivia.”
“I want you too, Davis.”