Then, when I was conscious of what I was doing, I couldn’t stop myself from giving one last grind of my hips against hers.
Which was what woke her up.
“Romeo?”
Just that voice was enough to do me in.
Her husky, breathy whisper of my name was all it took to have me making decisions that I swore I wouldn’t make.
“Mable,” I whispered.
“What are you…” She trailed off when she realized the compromising position we were in.
“I’m sorry,” I croaked as I went to push away. “I’ll get it under control.”
There was a hesitation there before she replied with, “Why?”
Why indeed?
“Mable…”
Then, my brave girl twisted so that she was facing me.
I got to gaze into her sleepy eyes, which was why her question took me off guard at first, and I blurted out my real answer before I could get a handle on my tongue.
“I want this. I want you.” She filleted me with her gaze. “Do you not feel the same way?”
I barely contained the snort that wanted to escape from my lips. “Don’t play dumb with me, Mable Louise. Only an idiot wouldn’t feel the same way.”
She surprised me by climbing on top of me, her legs straddling my waist, and leaning forward. “Then you like me?”
I couldn’t stop myself from bringing up my hand and curling her wild hair behind her ear. “I more than like you, Mable.”
She studied my face for a long moment before saying, “Then what are we waiting for?”
What were we waiting for?
I was quickly forgetting everything that I’d reminded myself over and over to remember when it came to her. She was a good woman. She deserved the god’s honest truth.
And I couldn’t give that to her.
“I…”
Before I could say a word, she leaned forward and gently placed her lips on mine.
It was a very chaste kiss.
There wasn’t anything too seductive about it.
Just a press of her lips against mine. Hesitant. Testing.
And I spiraled.
Every piece of me that knew this was wrong took a back burner to the here and now.
To the way she felt straddling my hips. To the way her pussy felt pressed against my hard cock. To the way her breasts pressed against my chest as she leaned forward, her hair curtaining both of our faces.
I couldn’t have come up with the moral high ground if I tried.
