“I just want to hold you.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen and a spark of heat ignites within her deep brown irises. “I’ll allow it.”
“Good.” Lifting her up, I shift the sheet and comforter away, laying her back down, tucking her in.
Then, as she watches me with intrigue, I strip out of my shirt and dress pants, switching off the light before climbing in beside her, wearing nothing but briefs.
“Who’s torturing who in this situation?” she asks with an adorable little huff.
“I evened the playing field.” I wriggle around until I’m spooning her, and in the process, she settles her ass against my cock, making me bite back a groan. “Have a good sleep, B,” I grate through clenched teeth. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Zane.” She yawns again before sleepily adding a “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I smile as she gets comfortable, the floral scent of her hair calming me as I breathe her in.
Whether it’s the effects of the alcohol or our emotional confessions, Blair falls asleep easily, while I lie awake, listening to the soft whistle of her breathing, my palm rising and falling where it rests across her stomach.
This shouldn’t be the first time we’re sleeping next to each other. We should have had years of this.
If life had turned out differently.
My stomach clenches, and I ache to go back to when everything was simpler, when we thought the worst thing that could happen to us was Cade throwing a tantrum. I would have taken him beating the shit out of me and never speaking to me again over the way life panned out.
Leaning in to Blair, I snuggle against her, my face in her messy brown curls, my body flush with hers, and let myself relax and be in the moment, falling asleep to the sound of her snores.
It feels like no time has passed when my internal alarm wakes me before the sun. And while I’m acutely aware that I should be going home, I can’t bring myself to move with Blair still curled up against me. My shoulder aches from being in the same position all night, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I’m not embarrassed to say I’ve dreamed of this moment, of waking up with Blair in my arms. It’s how life was supposed to be. Before I ruined it all. If I could spend the rest of my days waking like this, I’d be a happy man.
Blair shivers, and I instinctively curl my arm farther around her, guiding my palm along her stomach, blanketing her in my warmth.
I’ve always run hot to her cold, yet another reason I believed we belonged together.
Feeling content for the first time in God knows how long, I stretch my fingers and sigh when they brush against her skin. Her top must have risen during the night, and try as I might to resist her pull, my hand slips under the silk, as though moving of its own accord, burning to feel her.
She doesn’t move at first, but after a few minutes of my gentle caressing, her breath hitches, and she squirms. I pause mymovements, pulling my hand away, but she grabs my wrist and repositions my palm against her skin, closer to her breasts.
I take in a sharp breath of my own and continue, running the pads of my fingers from her breasts to her stomach, circling her belly button before making my way back up.
She barely reacts at first, her breathing even, but on my third run, I snake my hand lower, dipping a finger beneath the waistband of her shorts, and a soft moan escapes her.
I stiffen at the sound—the tension between us wound so tightly, it could snap at any moment. Blair must notice because she stills, her chest heaving, her breasts rising as she turns back to look at me, her eyes bouncing between mine, waiting for me to go on.
Holding my breath, I slide my hand under her shorts, feeling her squirm as I stop just above her pubic bone. She jolts, looking away, and I expect her to stop me, but her palm covers my hand, her fingers lining up with mine as she guides our hands lower, silently consenting to what I desperately want to do to her.
My heart pounds as we move toward her heat, the beat so loud, I’d be surprised if she can’t hear it.
I have never wanted another woman as much as I’ve always wanted Blair, and this moment is no exception.
When our hands find the edge of her pussy, she lets go, leaving me free to run my finger through her folds, hissing at the feel of her.
She stiffens when I pause, an anguished sigh escaping her lips, and I bite back a smile.
Patience, Little B.
Taking my time, I slip a finger inside her, inching in slowly as she tightens around me, her pussy sucking me in.
Mypatience gone this time, I add a second finger, and she squirms, melting against me, her head dropping back to rest on my chest.
