Another kiss, this time closer to her mouth. Then her hands wrapped around his neck and she pulled his mouth to hers.
Immediately, he slipped his tongue inside, tasting her. Refamiliarizing himself with all that was Sky. The kiss was everything he’d been missing in the last week and more.
He gripped her waist and lifted her, spinning her around and setting her onto the counter. Her thighs hugged him, bringing him closer.
He wanted to touch all of her but also wanted to keep his arms so tightly around her that there was no space for her to get away.
The hands on her waist slipped beneath her shirt, sliding up.
She groaned and leaned into him, the sound so fucking sweet he wanted to bottle it up.
When he reached one of her bare breasts, he cupped her, feeling the hard peak of her nipple pushing into his palm. This was heaven. Sky and the feel of her in his arms and her taste. It was everything he both wanted and needed. Everything he’d craved.
He started to graze his hand down her belly when she suddenly pressed at his chest.
He wanted to groan. No part of him wanted to let her go. But he did. He lifted his head and took her in with his eyes.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered.
“Why not?” And if she said something about keeping him safe, he was going to fight her on it until his last breath. It washisjob to keephersafe, not the other way around.
“Becket, my head’s a mess. So much of me is screaming yes, but there’s still this hesitation and I don’t know how to move past it.”
He fucking hated that. “Okay, Peaches. Not tonight. Would you like me to go?”
Say no. Not just because he liked being close to her, but because with everything going on, heneededto be close.
She nibbled her bottom lip like she wasn’t sure.
He lifted a lock of hair from her face. “Let me sleep on your couch.”
Another short beat of silence passed before, finally, she nodded. “Okay. I’d like that.”
Thank God.
CHAPTER28
Becket couldn’t sleep. It was late. Or probably early, depending on which way you looked at it. The damn couch was small and hard and all he could think about was Sky. He wanted to be closer to her. He wanted her in his arms, wanted to be holding her.
He rolled to his other side, punching the pillow like that would somehow help him sleep.
The most frustrating part was that she wanted him too. But she was scared. And he didn’t blame her for being scared. She’d lost her dog, and that dog had been her best friend. With everything going on, she was scared to risk losing anyone else.
He flipped to his back and threw an elbow over his eyes.
He wasn’t going to sleep. He knew that.
Ten more minutes passed and a noise sounded from the top of the stairs. He grabbed his Glock from beneath the couch and shot up into a sitting position.
The room was dark, with only the dull light of the moon through the gap in the curtains allowing him to see.
A figure appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Sky?”
She didn’t say anything. Just gripped the railing as she slowly came down the stairs toward him.
He sat there watching her for another three seconds before it hit him—she was sleepwalking again.
