Never Been Kissed

“Spiders.” I give. “Actually, all bugs.” I shiver, thinking about them. Then I look around the basement. Aren't spiders and bugs notorious for being in basements? Oh God. They’re probably all waiting to come out and get me when I least expect it. This place is both wonderful and scary at the same time.

“There shouldn't be any, but I can spray the place tomorrow to make sure. If the storms have let up by then.” I take another step closer to him. He reaches for me, pulling me right into his big body. I let myself go, not caring that I added him to my list of things to fear moments ago. My hands naturally fall to his broad chest. I usually don’t like to be manhandled.

At least I never have before. Growing up with so many brothers, I had my fill of it. This feels different, though. I feel safe in a way that I never have before. Believe me, that’s saying a lot based on how overbearing my brothers could be growing up. They’d say it was them being protective but I’d beg to differ. When I’m in Davis’ arms, nothing else seems to matter and that scares me more than any bug or storm ever could.

“You haven't eaten since your early lunch with Bunny.” My eyes leave his mouth that I hadn't realized I’d been staring at. His lips are full and perfect and he has a smile that hits me between my legs.

“I kind of forgot about food.” I really had. I’d gotten to the cabin and then it had hit me that I didn't have any. “Guessing you can’t order a pizza out here.” That was one of the things I’d have to get used to if I was going to stay here for a while. Back home, I could pretty much get anything delivered at any hour.

“You want pizza? I might have a few frozen ones,” he offers. “I can run up and check. If not I’ve got a fully stocked pantry.”

“You’re going to leave me down here with the spiders?” I look around the basement. I push more into him. It’s such an irrational fear. I know this, but nonetheless I still have it.

“The storm is up there.” He points above us. Right. That was the reason I ended up here to begin with.

“Right.” I bite my lip, thinking. “I invited myself over to your place.” Not only that, I keep trying to climb him like a tree. And he keeps letting me.

“I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.” He lifts his hand to my face but pulls it back before he touches me. There was no urge to smack it away. I’m actually disappointed he didn’t touch me. What is this man doing to me?

“And you want to make me pizza?” I tease.

“I want to feed you, but I also don’t want to leave you alone either if you’re scared.” I reach out and grab his hand.

“I’ll come with you.” His hand locks around mine as he guides me back up the stairs.

“The code to the door is 4276 if you need to get in.”

“Thanks.” When we hit the top of the stairs, I finally get to take in his home. There isn't much to it. Kind of like downstairs, but it’s big. Everything looks new but not really used. “This place is big. Is it only you that lives here?” My stomach drops.

I hadn't thought about there being someone else here. Oh, God. I climbed all over him. What if he has someone? I was so focused on being afraid that I hadn’t even thought about him having someone.

If Davis was my man, I'd kill someone if they clung to him the way I’ve been. Maybe he’d go first for letting someone crawl all over him and then maybe the girl. In my defense, I didn't know. That’s not the type of woman I am. I let his hand go, stepping back and trying to put some distance between us so that I can clear my mind for a moment. Being around him has me all messed up in the thoughts department.

“Duke lives here too.” He points to the giant dog who’s lying on his back with his feet in the air.

“No girlfriend that might try to kill me?”

“I’m really not the type to have a girlfriend.” I both hate and love that answer. I want to ask why but I can’t bring myself to do it. Then he might think I want to be his girlfriend. Do I want to be his girlfriend? I can’t even believe that I’m asking myself that question. I’m beginning to lose my damn mind. I don’t even know this man. Plus, I’m not the type to have a boyfriend. I should get where he’s coming from. That doesn’t mean it isn't going to bug the crap out of me.