Full Surrender

“Okay. Poor choice of words. Technically, I’ve got two brothers engaged, one getting married and two more sapped out over women they’re dating.” His hand strayed close to her shoulder and she imagined its weight on her skin. Its warmth smoothing over her bare flesh. “I haven’t even met Kyle’s or Axel’s new girlfriends so that’ll be a trip.”

“Won’t it be a lot of pressure for you to show up with me?” She wasn’t sure she was ready for family scrutiny when she’d only just barely worked up the courage to reclaim her sleeping sensuality after all this time. “I mean, will people expect us to be a real couple?”

“No one is going to expect anything.” He frowned. “But if it makes you uncomfortable—”

“No.” She didn’t want to miss out on the time with him. Family or not, she preferred to have more time with Danny since she didn’t expect to solve her intimacy issues overnight. As much as she wanted to test the waters with him, she worried she might take two steps forward and one step back. “I’d love to go to the Cape with you. Thanks for asking.”

“Great.” He settled deeper into the couch cushions, his fingers finally straying closer to her shoulder. He smoothed a touch along her upper arm, just below the seam of the white cotton fabric of the T-shirt. “That settles that. Now we just need to figure out what to do for the next couple of days until we leave.”

Was it her imagination, or had his voice grown softer? Seductive. The hooded look he gave her revealed nothing, but it sure heated her insides.

“I can go back to Norfolk.” She knew it was a foolish offer as soon as she made it. She’d asked him to re-create their affair, hadn’t she? Why back away like a scared rabbit now that he’d said yes? “I mean, I don’t want to infringe on your downtime if you’d like a few days to rest and...whatever.”

“I think it would be great if you’d stay with me. Right here.” His thumb circled a small patch of her skin, giving her goose bumps everywhere else.

“Ooh.” She cleared her throat to cover her sigh of pleasure at his touch. “That would be nice. I left my car back near the base, though. My bag is in the trunk.”

“Do you keep a spare key in the wheel well or somewhere underneath?” His fingers skimmed higher, hitching up the seam on her T-shirt to touch the top of her shoulder.

“No.” She couldn’t help the shiver that went through her. “Why?”

“I have a friend who would drive it up here if I let him take my boat out in return. That is, if you don’t mind someone else driving your car.”

She had all she could do not to stretch like a cat under his lightly stroking hand. Why was it that she could let her guard down around him so easily when she’d been tense and agitated every time Josh came near her back when they’d dated? Was it that another year had passed? Or was it one hundred percent Daniel Murphy?

“Actually, I have one of those models where you can call the company and they’ll bounce a satellite signal down to make it unlock or some crazy trick like that. Although I guess that won’t help him start the car.” She frowned, wishing she could have taken him up on the offer. The trip from D.C. had been more than enough time behind the wheel for her in a day.

“Umm...this guy’s a ship mechanic. I give him ten-to-one odds he can hot-wire your car with his eyes closed. I’ll have him pick it up in the morning, unless you really need your things tonight.” His whole hand cupped her bare shoulder now and that seemed to be the only thing she could think about.

With no bra to get in the way, he could be touching her bare breast with the slightest movement. Better yet was the realization that she really, really would like that.

“Yes.” She tipped her neck to one side, giving him all the more room to touch her. “That would be perfect.”

He quit touching her.

“You want me to have it brought here tonight?” Danny reached for his phone on the coffee table.

She shook her head, confused for a moment until she recalled what he’d asked. “No. I don’t need the car.”

“You’re sure?” He still held the cell phone when she wanted him to hold her.

“Positive.” She left the rest of the words unspoken, the request for him to put his hands back on her.

“Okay. Cool.” He set the phone down again and met her gaze.

She could have sworn that heat flared in his eyes for a second before he scrambled to his feet.

“I’d better put the food away.” He picked up the dishes and glasses, whisking them into the kitchen while she tried to recover from the sharp bite of longing she hadn’t felt in years.