Time for Love , The McCarthys of Gansett Island, Book 9 Read Free Page B

characters on the floor panting from exertion.  
      “I need a cigarette,” Daisy said, making him laugh harder. “Is it totally rude for me to be staring at his naked bum while you’re sitting one inch from me?”
    “Only if it’s rude for me to be taking a good healthy look at her bare breasts.”
    “You probably see plenty of breasts every day at ‘work.’” She used her fingers to make air quotes.
    “For your information, it’s very stressful to look at strange breasts at work.”
    “You’re so full of it.” She grabbed a sofa pillow and smacked him with it.
    He grabbed the pillow and her hand, giving a gentle tug that sent the popcorn bowl flying off her lap. “Whoops,” he said, but he didn’t let go. Rather, he brought her closer, so close their noses were nearly touching and Daisy didn’t dare to even breathe. All thoughts of Jake Gyllenhaal’s naked rear end fled from her mind under David’s intense gaze.
    And then the unmistakable sounds of sex from the TV sent David and Daisy dissolving into laughter. As far as she was concerned, David was every bit as handsome as Jake, but when he laughed, whoa . Crazy sexy. She’d never seen him laugh as hard as he had tonight, and the urge to kiss him consumed her. It was the only thought in her entire brain. She moved toward him as he moved toward her in a moment of perfect harmony that would forever go down as one of the sweetest of her life.
    There was nothing sweet about the kiss, however. The only word to describe it was hot. Seriously hot. It went from start to go in like two seconds flat as his tongue darted into her mouth. As fast as it happened, though, it was over. He drew back from her, breathing hard, his eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
    With her hand on the back of his head, she dragged him back into the kiss, taking the lead this time.  
    His arms came around her as the kiss transported her far away from anything she’d known before. She could barely remember to breathe as his tongue brushed against hers. Through the thin fabric of her top, her nipples pebbled and tightened when they rubbed against his shirt.
    She twisted in his embrace, trying to get closer as the kiss became desperate.  
    He shifted them so she was under him, his body big and heavy on top of her. A twinge of panic registered at the outer fringes of her awareness, reminding her of what had happened the last time a man had pinned her down beneath him. She turned her face, breaking the kiss and drawing in greedy deep breaths. “I… I…” She pushed at his chest.
    He immediately understood and sat up, releasing her so abruptly she nearly cried out from the loss.
    “God, Daisy. I’m so sorry. I got carried away.” He looked positively stricken, which made her ache. He’d been nothing but kind and decent and patient with her—everything Truck had never been.
    “No, it’s my fault.” Her hands were shaking and her heart was beating so fast she worried she might pass out or something equally embarrassing. “I didn’t mean to freak out. I’m so sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”
    “You didn’t,” she said, on the verge of tears. “You were wonderful the way you always are, and I didn’t want to stop. It was just that feeling of being smothered…”
    “I get it, and I’m sorry I didn’t think of how you might react to that. It’s only been a couple of weeks.” His hand cupped her face, his thumb caressing her cheek so gently her eyes closed against the rush of emotion. “You’re so sweet, Daisy. I’ve been dying to kiss you for days. Weeks.” His voice was gruff and sexy, and her crush was on the verge of blazing completely out of control.  
    She opened her eyes because she wanted to see him. “Really?”
    Nodding, he continued to stroke her face with just the soft movement of his thumb. “I was so afraid to touch you. I didn’t want to do the wrong thing.”
    “You didn’t. It