Danny (Models On Top #1) Read Online Free Page B

study on the flights. The Maldives are a long way from Nebraska.”
    This is all so fast, so much out of the blue, and it continues to plague me. It’s what he wants. I just need to support him, but we’ve always been honest with each other. Considering the bad feeling spinning in my stomach, now should be no exception. “What does this mean?”
    “What does what mean?”
    “For us?” He’s so unaware of the attention he gets without trying. Even with me on his arm, I see the stares, the glares, and hear the murmurs. Women are ruthless when it comes to a man they want. Will I lose him when I don’t even know how to hold on to him?
    He grabs my hands and pulls me close. After a kiss on the forehead, he says, “You’re mine and I’ll always be yours. I love you, Reese. I’m in love with you. I’ll be back. It’s just eight days or so. I’ll be back for the tests, and for you. I’ll always come back to you.”
    His words, his voice, the sincerity in his eyes make me feel better, easing my mind and worries. Embracing again, this time feels more like a goodbye than just a short parting. When I shiver in his arms, he suggests, “Let’s get in the car and warm up.”
    A soft smile sneaks onto my cheeks. “I know how we can warm up.”
    “Great minds think alike, pretty.” The door is opened and I’m ushered into the back seat. Danny quickly hops in after and the door is shut just as fast. “It’s freezing tonight.”
    “But we got snow and I love when it snows.”
    He smiles while reaching forward and starting the car. Danny turns on the heat and sits back. Our eyes meet in the darkened car, our breaths coming in puffs of white, quickening as seconds speed past. I touch his cheek and lean my head forward until his lips touch my forehead. When he looks at me, I feel helpless against the desires he draws out in me. I close my eyes and fist his coat just as our lips come together.
    Within minutes, the windows are fogged. Coats, hats, gloves, and scarves have come off. Warm hands caress my body under the sweatshirt while our lips find comfort against each others. My fingers run along his neck and into his hair, keeping him close. He never feels close enough… not until our bodies are bonded again.
    My shirt comes off as does his. Despite winter in full flurry outside, inside the car our skin is heated, warmed by each other as we press together, sliding farther down into the seat. My breathing gets rougher as our need for each other grows. He pops the top button and zips down my jeans. The confined space adds to the challenge of our striptease, but we laugh, enjoying the fun in the moment. My legs are in the air as he tugs the jeans from my ankles. Hovering over me, as we get more comfortable, his head hits the window to help him balance as he removes his own jeans.
    He stays above me then lowers down, his mouth finding my shoulder while I scrape my nails lightly down his back. I love the feel of his body. I take his boxer shorts down lower while lifting for him so he can remove the remainder of what separates us. Bared to each other, the heat from our passion penetrates the cold air, warming us.
    His desire for me is felt, his body hard to my body’s soft. “I love you,” he whispers before lowering his mouth to my neck and adorning me with kisses as his body settles between my legs. “I want you. Always.”
    “I want you too. Always.” Squirming beneath him, I add, “Make love to me, Dann—” His lips capture my words and fill my body with small moans and whimpers when he pushes inside me, slowly, carefully, lovingly.
    His body stills, his breath halts, seeming to get stuck in his chest. I know him well. He does this every time we make love. Opening my eyes, I touch his face, cradling his jaw in my hands until he opens his eyes and sees me. “Breathe,” I gently remind him.
    A harsh breath is released along with the tension in his shoulders. He smiles, adjusts, then starts to move again, each roll of