Chapter 12 Danny
DANNY
The cold air hits the second we step outside. It’s not brutal but just enough to make her pull her coat tighter and glance over at me like maybe this was a mistake.
I shove my hands in my pockets. “You sure you trust me to walk you home? I might veer off into a pizza place and never come back.”
Sadie smirks without looking at me. “I’d respect that, honestly. Commitment to carbs is rare these days.”
“See, that’s why we worked,” I say. “Shared values.”
She snorts. “We did not work. We barely functioned.”
“We functioned creatively,” I argue. “Like a two-person circus.”
She shakes her head, but she’s smiling. “Yeah, and you were the clown.”
“And you were the ringmaster who needed to loosen up. Still do.”
She bumps her shoulder into mine. It’s light but intentional. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Not around you.”
That makes her quiet. The street lamps light the sidewalk, and we walk quickly, the cold pushing us along. I wonder if she even realizes she keeps glancing over at me like she’s trying not to.
Her hand brushes mine. Once, twice, and on the third time, I just grab it. Her fingers are colder than mine, and she lets me hold it, like it doesn’t mean anything.
But it does.
“You always do that,” she says, her voice soft now.
“Do what?”
“Turn everything into a moment.”
I grin. “Life is a moment.”
She laughs under her breath, but doesn’t pull away. “You think you’re so charming.”
“I think you think I’m charming.”
“I think you’re dangerous.”
I speak without thinking. “I think you’re dangerous for my heart.”
She comes to an abrupt stop, right in front of her small one-bedroom apartment by the bay. The one I could find with my eyes closed.
She looks up at me, the street lights shining down on her. She opens her mouth like she wants to argue with me, but then she doesn't. She steps up onto her porch, and I follow. She unlocks her door and pushes it open, and when she turns to look at me, her eyes are vulnerable.
“Are you coming in?”
I pause. Not because I’m unsure, but because I want her to be sure. “Are you sure you want me to?” I ask.
She exhales, like it takes effort. “No. But I want to be.”
That’s all I need.
The door swings open.
And suddenly, it’s not cold anymore.
She walks in without looking back, like she’s daring me to follow or just hoping I will. Honestly, I don’t know which is worse. I step inside and close the door behind me, and suddenly, the sound of the bar, Starlight Bay, and the rest of the world is gone.
In here, it’s just her and me. She hangs her coat and kicks off her shoes. The house is quiet, filled with unanswered questions.
She rounds the corner into the living room and turns slowly. Her eyes are locked on mine, her chin lifted, but she doesn’t say anything.
So, I do what I do best. Lighten the mood with a little banter.
“This your usual Friday night routine? Wine, gala drama, and dragging your ex home?”
Sadie raises a brow. “I don’t remember any dragging.”
“With an ass like yours, you’d never have to drag me. I’d follow you anywhere.”
She laughs, but it’s quieter now. “You forgot the bit about it all leaving a hangover tomorrow.”
I pause in front of her. “But sometimes it’s worth it.”
She pulls me in, fisting the front of my shirt like she needs to hold on to something solid. Our mouths crash, and memory and frustration all wrapped into one mess of a kiss take over. It's not sweet or easy. It’s us.
I walk her backward until her spine hits the wall. Her gasp reminds me she’s really here, and I press closer, hand sliding beneath the hem of her sweater.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” I murmur against her neck. “Like vanilla and every bit as perfect as those spreadsheets you keep.”
She exhales a breathy laugh. “And you still kiss like a man who thinks chaos is a personality.”
“You love it.”
Her hands are on my skin now, under my shirt, over my back, pulling me harder against her like she can’t get close enough.
She grinds against me, and I feel ten feet tall.
This. This is where I love her the most. She’s so lost in the feel of what she wants, what she needs, and I’m the only one who can give it to her.
And fuck, do I want to give it to her.
When we finally break apart, both of us breathing like we’ve just run a mile, she whispers, “We’re still a terrible idea.”
“Then why do you taste like everything I’ve always wanted?”
She closes her eyes, letting my words wash over her, before jumping into my arms again. I laugh low, nipping at her neck, and her loud moan has me hard as a rock.
“You’re on fucking fire for me. Don’t deny it.”
She pushes at me but pulls me back at the same time, her head tipped back, giving me access to her skin. “Don’t fucking talk.”
I chuckle as I lead her down the hallway to her room—the same hallway we’ve walked a hundred times. Her fingers wrap around my wrist as she switches spots and leads me into the bedroom. The lights dim, but I can see her bed is perfectly made, and oh, how I can’t wait to wreck it.
“Do you ever not make your bed?” I ask in between kisses. I know the answer, but I need to poke at her, get her even hotter.
“I thought I told you not to talk.”
I kiss her again, slower this time. Like I’m relearning her and she’s letting me.
Her sweater hits the floor first, my shirt right after.
We don’t rush, but we’re not slow either.
Her hands are everywhere, dragging her nails down my back like she always liked, and she still shivers when I drag my teeth along her jaw.
I sit on the bed while she stands between my legs, her chest heaving while taking deep breaths. “You doing okay, babe?”
Her eyes flare, but her hands don’t stop touching me. “Just fine, babe.”
“I’m just checking. I’m not sure how you want to continue. Do you have a map highlighted with key points you want me to follow?”
She steps back, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her full hips. She kicks them off and stands in front of me in a matching black lace lingerie set.
“You are something else, Danny Love. I’m standing in front of you in my underwear, and you still want to pick at me about my schedule? You’re five seconds away from touching your own dick tonight.”
My lips roll in, and I grab her wrist, pulling her to me. “But you touch it just right.”
She leans in, her breasts against my chest, and slides her hands into my waistband, tickling my skin before undoing the button and urging me up so she can pull at my jeans. “Then use your mouth for more than smart mouth back-talk, and I'll do the same. Deal?”
This woman.
She’s everything I need. This fire is what I crave, and I know she wants it, too.
She drops down to her knees in front of me, pulling my boxers off as she goes.
She’s so close to my cock that her hot breath has me standing at attention, begging for her mouth.
I run my hand through her hair as she grabs my base, and I hiss through my teeth.
“Come on. Suck it, Sadie. It belongs to you.”
Her eyes flare at my words. When I tease her, she bites back, but this dirty talk turns her on.
This lost in the moment, say whatever you want, is where she comes undone, and I live for it.
She takes me in and moans around my cock in her mouth.
I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it, and I fucking love it.
I love this passion she keeps buried, waiting for me to pull it from her.
She licks around my head, swirling her tongue before taking me deep again.
I encourage her to keep going while I reach for her bra strap, sliding it down her arm.
She slips her arms out of each side, and I pull it down, letting her full tits fall out.
I play with them, flicking at her nipples.
She fumbles with my cock, losing her rhythm, and it makes me smile.
“I know you like that. Go ahead, baby, lose control.”
Her eyes flick to me as she takes one long lick before leaning up on her knees, shaking her tits over my cock. I grip my shaft and tap them with it, and she giggles.
“Danny,” she laughs out my name.
“You’re gorgeous. Stand up, let me see you.”
She rises and stands in front of me. I smooth my hands up her thighs, her ribs, tweaking her nipples again before hooking my fingers into her panties, pulling them down her legs.
She steps out, and I lean in, nuzzling her belly, and letting my fingers dance in the crease of her legs.
She shivers, and goosebumps pop on her skin.
I lean back on my hands on the bed and ask, “How am I doing so far? Everything going according to plan?”
She pushes at my chest, but I hold still as she climbs onto my lap, working her hips over mine. “You never know when to stop, do you?”
“You don’t ever want me to stop, admit it.” She bites my lip and continues rubbing herself on me. “You love it when I tease you.” I grab at her ass, kneading it before running my finger through her folds. “Because when I tease you, your pussy gets so wet, and I know it’s just for me.”
“Danny,” she breathes out my name again, pressing her body even closer to me.
“Tell me what you need.” She answers with a low moan but doesn’t give me words. “Should I tell you what I want?”
“Mhmm.”
“I want you to stand and turn around.” I help her do so.
“And then I want you to sit on me. Work those hips and let your ass slide over my cock.” She sits on me, arching her back, planting her feet, and working her hips.
“That’s it.” I give her one good spank. “Your ass is incredible. You feel so good, Sadie.”
I lean back and let her do what feels good.
She’s lost in nothing but the feel of us together, and it’s fucking beautiful.
No thoughts, no timelines, just need. She stands and turns back around, looking at me with a smirk.
She pushes me flat to the bed and climbs over my chest, her pussy dangerously close to my mouth. “Want me to taste you?”
“Yes.”
I settle in, urging her to sit on my face. She grabs the headboard and makes slow circles with her hips as I lap and eat at her. I smooth my hands up her thighs and grab on. She whimpers as I spear her, and she slowly gets louder.
“Let me hear you, Sadie.” I flick faster at her clit before tugging it lightly between my teeth. “Don’t hold back. I want you to scream for me.”
Her moans get louder, and I keep going as I feel her approaching her peak. I play with her back hole and latch on to her clit, sucking in rhythm.
“Danny! Oh, god. Oh, god. Don't stop.” Her body starts to shake, and I look up to see her head thrown back in ecstasy as she grabs her breasts. I hold her in place, making her come so hard. She tries to pull away, but I hold tighter.
“Danny!” she yells out, sliding her hands into my hair and gripping it tightly. I welcome the pain and chuckle against her pussy until she’s wrung out completely and falls limp to my side.
“You’ve never looked so hot losing control.” I kiss her deep, letting her taste herself before climbing on top of her. “I’m so fucking hard for you right now.”
“Then fuck me.”
I gasp, and she opens her eyes wide. “Sadie Johnson! Did you just say the F word?” She slaps at me and turns to bury her face into my arm. “Oh, no. There’s no hiding now. You were just riding my face, and now you want to be shy?”
She laughs. “Oh my god. You’re incorrigible.”
“And you love every fucking minute of it.” I tease her entrance, and then I freeze. She feels it, too, and we both realize at the same time.
“No condom,” I say.