I sprawled on top of his big body, and Dean held my face as he kissed me softly. It felt like coming home.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Dean
I dozedfor a little while with Keira in my arms. The reality of what we’d done was plenty evident, but the guilt hadn’t hit me yet. I didn’t want it to. There was no way I could regret being with Keira.
I’d told her I wasn’t a good man. Yeah, perhaps that sounded dramatic, but that was my truth. She hadn’t blinked. She still wanted me. While she didn’t knoweverything, she knew enough to make an informed decision.
Or maybe I was lying to myself and being selfish. Either way, there was no going back to what we’d been before.
I’d fought this temptation for so long. Denied myself what I wanted most. But I could no longer denyher.
Was it terrible that I got off on being the first man to have his mouth between her legs? Or his cock between her lips?
She wiggled on top of me like she was trying to get comfy. At some point, I’d pulled her blankets over us, and she’d taken off her cotton bra. We were skin to skin. This bed was the best place in the world, and I had no plans to leave it anytime soon. At least until morning, and that was a long time from now.
Don’t think about tomorrow, I instructed myself.Just be with her. Right here, right now.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured.
“I thought you were asleep.”
“I was a little asleep.”
She lifted her head and smiled. “You’re either asleep or not asleep. It can’t be alittle.”
“Sure it can.” I yawned, stretching my limbs out and relaxing. Her body on top of me was sweet and soft. “I never sleep very deeply. I’m up half the time most nights.”
Keira frowned at me. “Nightmares?”
“No. Just a light sleeper.”
I felt her assessing me, so I let my gaze wander around her room. I hadn’t checked it out much earlier when she was cutting my hair. It had been impossible to focus on anything else but her.
Who knew having Keira give me a haircut would be such a turn-on? Going to the barber definitely didn’t do athingfor me.
“You brought over the lavender candle I gave you,” I said, pointing at her nightstand. “And the blue throw blanket.” She’d draped it over the chair in the corner.
She tucked her head against my neck. “I packed everything from your care package and brought it here. Didn’t want to leave any of it behind.”
“I did well? Even the fuzzy socks with the cats?”
Keira snorted. “You know you did well. You knew exactly what you were doing. Like you haven’t seen me wearing those fuzzy socks.”
Grinning, I smoothed my hand down her back beneath the covers. “Had to do everything I could. You’d thrown me out of your hospital room. I was afraid you’d never forgive me.”
She propped her head on her hand. “I was mad. But therewasn’t really anything to forgive. Well, that’s not true. You were a crappy friend.”
“I was.”
“But there was never any question that I’d forgive you, even when I was trying to stay angry. I’ve always had a soft spot for you. Never could resist you.”
Warmth spread through my chest. I kissed her hairline. “That’s how I felt about you. You’ve got no idea how many times I almost kissed you over the years we were friends.”
“Clearly youcouldresist me.” Her tone was light, but we were getting close to harder topics.
“I thought I was doing the right thing.” I’d told myself it would be easier on us both if we didn’t know how good it would be.
