She seems as harmless as one of my kids.
No, it’s her.
There’s just something about her that soothes me.
After years of stress and heartache that’s only compounded since the divorce, it’s nice to feel calm. I don’t feel judged for my sleepwalking. Mei is worried and actually cares about my wellbeing.
I finish my tea and notice my eyelids feeling heavier which is a good sign. I’m not eager to go back to bed, however. What if I sleepwalk again?
“You know how you said you’d give me a hug if I felt like I needed one?” Mei asks, voice so soft I almost don’t hear over the crackling fire.
“Mmhmm.”
“Will you hold me? I’m cold and…” She trails off. “When you carried me in earlier, it was nice.”
“Come here.”
I pull her over my thigh and then settle her between my legs. When my arms wrap around her middle, she melts against me with her back warming my chest. She’s such a small young woman, but I like how it feels like she needs me to protect her. Despite her size, there’s a strength that always buzzes through her. It radiates through our physical connection.
“Owen,” Mei murmurs. “What is this?”
I stiffen at her words. “A hug?”
We both know it’s more than a hug. From the second I laid eyes on her, I’ve been caught in her orbit, pulled in by a gravitational force I am powerless against. It’s wrong to feel so connected to her, especially since I’m in the middle of a marriage of convenience with her mother while battling my ex-wife. I’ve got women problems for days. And what do I do?
This.
I do this.
Hold this eighteen-year-old, vulnerable but strong girl, in my arms because no one else will. And, because I really, really want to.
“You can skirt around it all you want,” she says, a teasing lilt in her voice. “But we both know something is brewing here.”
I could take the coward’s way out and deny it. However, if Mei can be brave enough to voice it, then so can I.
“I feel it too,” I whisper, breath tickling over the side of her head and making her shiver. “It scares the shit out of me. The timing is impeccable.”
We both laugh.
“What do we do about it?” she asks when it grows quiet again.
“I don’t think there’s anything wecando about it.”
She pulls away from me and turns to look into my eyes over her shoulder. “Why not?”
It’s hard to come up with reasons when she’s giving me a sultry look and her plump lips are pulled into a kissable pout.
Houses. Kids. Ex-wife. Too much at stake. That’s the ugly truth.
“Believe me,” I rumble, stroking her cheek. “I want to.”
Her dark eyes glimmer with heat and then she twists around until she’s on her knees, facing me. I suck in a sharp breath as her palms settle on my bare shoulders. I’m suddenly all too aware of my erection straining in my boxers.
She dips her head down and then her sweet lips are on mine. So soft and curious. I let her have her gentle kisses, fully intending on making this stop before it progresses, but then she bites me.
Our eyes meet as my cock jolts. A saucy grin tugs at her lips. Then, because I’m a hot-blooded animal I guess, I grip her ass over her pajama pants, pulling her closer to me. This time whenour mouths meet, I don’t let her kiss me. I’m the one who leads this dance, parting her lips with mine and swiping my tongue against hers.
Her moan is damn near my undoing. I urge her to straddle my lap and she does. The heat from her pussy burns through the material of our clothes, teasing my dick of what’s to come.
