Page 24 of The Secret
“I’ll take her inside,” he says and picks her up and carries her off to our dorm, mumbling that he is going to bed as well.
Dan smiles and crooks his finger. When I lurch upward, he hooks his hand into the waistband of my shorts and pulls me onto his lap. I rub a thumb over his lips, trailing my palm over his jaw and down his neck, rough under my fingers.
“Are you growing a beard?”
Laughing, he says, “Shaving is a pain in the ass out here. Do you like it?”
“I like all of it,” I whisper, because the tequila has loosened my tongue.
He runs his hand down his face. “I’ve drunk too much.”
“Me too. Obviously.”
He slides his hand into my curls and pulls me down to him, lips feathering across my mine, tongue reaching out briefly. The taste of warm alcohol lingers on his lips, and he smells like hops.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he murmurs, as I chase his mouth, his hand running down my thigh from my hip to squeeze my knee. Then he shifts back on the sofa pulling me sideways and down as he stretches out on his back. I curl in beside him, my hand on his chest as I stare at the out-of-focus stubble on his chin and his face swims in and out.
“Fuck, I’m drunk,” he says.
* * *
My eyes blink open again to birdsong and a cool dampness to my clothes. The sun is starting to lighten the sky, not yet high enough to warm the air. Pushing up, I shiver and move my head gingerly, blinking blearily as Dan groans next to me.
“Did we just fall asleep on the sofa?” he says, sitting up and rubbing his arms. “Fuck, it’s freezing. Let me go and find a blanket.”
“Let’s go inside, it’s too cold out here.”
When he pulls me through the kitchen into the boys’ dorm, Brian and Henry are stretched out snoring on two of the beds.
And he clearly glimpses something in my face because he shakes his head. “They’re not going to wake up. Both of them are out cold.”
He tugs me down onto the bed which must be his, grabs a sheet, and throws it over us, curling around and pressing his erection into me.
His eyes drift shut and he yawns. “Couple more hours’ sleep, yeah? Sorry about the morning wood.”
Smiling, I close my eyes. With the heat of his broad chest behind me and the heavy weight of his arm, my thoughts float and the next thing I know is that I’m far too hot. A noise like someone is rattling pots in the kitchen drifts through the walls. Dan is a furnace at my back, and still hard, but as I peer over at the other beds, Brian’s and Henry’s bunks are empty. Dan’s breath tickles my nape and the faint whiff of coffee and the sound of somebody whistling reaches my ears.
I snuggle back, enjoying the peace and being held by a large male body, and he groans in my ear. A giggle slips free, and I wiggle my hips against him. Lifting his head, he peers across the room.
“Morning,” he murmurs, hoarse and thick as he kisses my neck and his fingers slide up and slip under the edge of my top to my breast.
“You feel amazing,” he whispers, his work-rough hand stealing my breath.
“Shhh,” I gasp, laughing as he presses his length into me, huffing quietly.
“I was never any good at keeping quiet,” he mumbles, and this makes me laugh even more.
A voice drifts through and the beads of the outside curtain jangle. The whistling fades away, and a few seconds later a car engine starts up.
Dan’s fingers brush over my nipple as he nibbles the back of my neck. “I think Brian’s taking Henry to meet this witch doctor guy.”
“He’snota witch doctor.”
“Whatever, I don’t care right now.” Teeth scrape across my skin. “They’re out of here. You wanna come?” he murmurs.
Sliding a hand up and over my head, I play with the soft curls of his hair as he kisses my shoulder.
“Yes, please,” I exhale on a silent breath. Emma will still be in our dorm, but I can be quiet.
