If I know what’s good for us both, I’ll take my hand back and refocus on the dishes. Tell her to go put her feet up and leave the cleaning to me.
Instead, she grabs the rag off the stove and starts drying dishes quietly beside me, smiling to herself as she does, and I can’t bring myself to speak.
It feels a little too nice simply existing alongside her. And that’s a dangerous thought to have when I know it can’t last—that it shouldn’t.
Not with my scars and past hanging over me.
The howlingwind does nothing to drown out the movement from the bedroom. I try to remain still, pretending like I can sleep when all I’m thinking about isher. But when the bedroom door opens, I sit up immediately.
Skye waddles out with her hair pulled up in a bun, her sweater askew and my sweatpants rolled up at the ankles. When she notices me, she comes to a stop and pouts. “I can’t sleep,” she says, planting her hands on her hips. “Are there anymore pillows or blankets I can use?”
I swing my feet over the edge of the sofa and rise, frowning. “What’s wrong? Are you cold?”
She shakes her head slowly, exhaustion darkening her eyes. “My back is killing me,” she mutters. “I have a very strategic setup at home for support, but I can’t really do that here.”
My heart lurches, stomach twisting as I stalk towards her. The next statement I make takes me by surprise. “I’ll stay with you.”
Skye’s eyes widen, her head tilting back so she can meet my stare. I wait for her to refuse and tell me to go screw myself, but when she doesn’t, relief and something else pours into me.
“Okay,” she murmurs, nodding once. “Just to support my back.”
“Just to support your back,” I repeat, swallowing hard.
I wonder if she knows it’s a lie. That I want to get closer to her.
If she does, she says nothing, just turns and leads me into the bedroom. I wait until she’s on the bed, watching as she slips beneath the heavy comforter and rolls onto her side with a groan.
“Tell me where you want me,” I say, closing the door.
Her gaze finds mine in the darkness, the only light coming from the lamp beside the bed. Her eyes shine, though I can’t read her expression as she pushes the wall of blankets andpillows away. “It’s a little…intimate,” she says, cheeks darkening. “But can you spoon me?”
I’m thankful my cock doesn’t immediately go hard, especially as I crawl into the bed behind her and pull the blanket over us. Nestled in behind her, all I feel is the heat of her body. It burns through me, though not uncomfortably. There’s something about it that offers me relief.
I curl around her back. “Like this?” I ask, voice low.
Skye shudders, the movement making me tense. “Y-yes,” she stutters. “Like that.”
I try to settle in, but the heat, as well as the way she presses against me, has my heart racing and dick rising to attention. Whether or not she means to, her ass digs into my crotch, and every slight movement is like a test of strength and a testament to my control.
Because for the first time ever, I feel myself coming undone.
I rest my hand over the swell of her stomach like it might stop me from delving lower. Skye stiffens at the touch initially, but eventually melts into me, all the tension loosening from her body. Except it isn’t the same for me. All I feel is my pounding heart and the tightening desire in my lower stomach. All I know is that I won’t be sleeping tonight. Not when I have her in my arms and this can’t last.
Over the howling wind, I listen to our breaths; mine heavy as I maintain control, hers short as she tries to fall asleep. When I think she’s slipping away, Skye makes a sound in the back of her throat and pushes into me.
Her ass connects almost painfully with my dick, nestling almost too perfectly against my pelvis. I bite down on a groan, especially as she shifts again, this time almost stroking me as she moves.
My hand goes to her hip to stop her. “I don’t know what you’re doing,” I growl through gritted teeth, heart racing. “But you’re going to kill me if you keep moving.”
Skye stops, lifting her head to look back at me as I rise onto my elbow to hover over her. “Sorry,” she whispers, chewing that bottom lip again. “I didn’t realise…”She trails off as she wiggles again, eyes going wide. “Oh.”
I know I should feel embarrassed, maybe even a little ashamed, but I can’t bring myself to.
A flush rises on her cheeks again, but she doesn’t look away. “Sawyer?”
I swallow hard past the lump rising in my throat. “Yes?”
Her lashes flutter, and for a moment I wonder if she’s going to kick me out of bed. She should. She deserves better than me coming in here and getting hard just by lying with her.
