His Best Mistake (Shillings Agency 6)
She bit down on her lip. “I don’t know. Maybe show me why again?”
“Hmm.” He crawled up her body, staying under the blanket. He dropped a kiss on her thigh, and then he pushed her legs apart more. “Let me see if I know how…”
“Ginny…” she whispered.
“Is asleep, and if she comes out, all she’ll see is me hiding under a blanket.” He flicked his tongue over her, savoring her sweet taste. She buried both her hands in his hair, holding on tight. “Damn, it feels nice to have both your hands on me.”
“Just wait till later. I’ll show you what I can do with them.”
She moaned and arched closer to him, running her hands down his spine.
“Fuck me,” he muttered.
“Gladly.” She spread her thighs more, and urged his head closer. “But first…”
He thrust his tongue inside her, lapping up everything he could, and then sucked her clit into his mouth. She cried out, but quickly muffled it, closing her legs on either side of his head as she writhed beneath him. She fucked his mouth with an abandon he couldn’t live without.
And when she came, it was his name that she cried out as she collapsed against his couch with a satisfied little groan. It was the sexiest sound he’d ever heard.
He threw the blanket off and stood, pulling her to her feet. She stumbled into him, and he caught her easily enough. “Convinced yet?”
She blinked. “Of what?”
…
The next day, they stood outside the restaurant, hand in hand, watching their friends through the big window on the front of the brick building. Down the road was Lauren’s bakery, and past that, Lauren and Steven’s house…as well as Holt and Lydia’s.
All four of them sat inside, waiting for Daisy to show up. They hadn’t mentioned Mark. She’d just told her friends that she had someone to introduce them to—a man she’d been seeing—and they’d been too excited she was dating to ask too many questions. But now…
Now it was show time.
And after this…
She would meet his mother.
Abort mission! Abort mission! Exit the vehicle! Run!
That’s all she’d heard in her head—all day, over and over again. Warning bells screaming in the silence of her thoughts. This was all going so fast. Some might say too fast. She was hanging on for dear life on this crazy ride, and hoping like hell that she didn’t fall off. She tightened her grip on his hand. “You ready?”
“Yep.” He grinned at her. “Don’t look so scared. They’ll be happy for us.”
“I know.” She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous. Maybe it was because telling them made it official. Even though falling asleep in his arms for the past two nights had made it feel pretty frigging official, too. And she couldn’t find a single regret within her for taking that leap of faith with him. “Okay, let’s—” Her phone rang, and she winced. “Hold on. I’m on call tonight.”
He nodded, staring straight ahead, not letting go of her hand. It was comforting, that soft hold he kept on her. Every once in a while, he ran his finger across the back of her knuckles. She smiled at him and lifted the phone to her ear. It was a number she didn’t recognize. “O’Rourke.”
“Yes, is this Richard O’Rourke’s wife?”
Not tonight. Please, not tonight.
She stiffened. “Daughter. Not wife. His wife is dead.”
“Oh. Right. He said wife…”
“How drunk is he?”
“Very. That’s why I’m calling. He said you’re…or his wife…was…is…a cop?” The woman on the line cleared her throat. “Is that still true? Or is that his dead wife that was a cop?”
Daisy closed her eyes. Tonight, of all nights, her dad had to remember she existed. When Mark was standing beside her, waiting to go into the restaurant with her. Back when William was alive, he used to get angry at her for always rushing to her father’s side, since he never did the same for her. But no matter how bad it had gotten, or how horrible he was, he was still her father. Blood was blood. Nothing changed that.