I get out of the car with a sigh and round to her side of it. Carefully opening the door, I undo her seatbelt and pick her up bridal-style and walk straight to the elevator.
Her head lolls to my chest, as her hands rise to curl around my shoulders. “You’re so warm,” she mumbles, nuzzling in the crook of my neck. My hands flex, and I feel the beat of my heart rising with every passing second. God, bringing this woman home was a terrible idea, not that I can do shit about it now.
Shaking my head at my own stupidity, the moment the elevator chimes open on my floor, I walk toward the guestroom and halt at its door. It’s not like I can leave her alone at night; I don’t want her choking on her own vomit. And it’ll be a headache to spread the bed sheets.
Satisfied with my reasoning of wanting her in my bed, I enter my room instead.
Gently, I place her on my bed and remove her heels from her smooth legs. My fingers linger there for a second longer before I think better of it, knowing she’d skin me alive for even touching her if she were sober. She moans at the loss of my touch, and my cock twitches in my pants.
Not the time, dude.I look down and chastise my dick.
Grabbing the blanket, I tuck her inside it. Strands of hair fall on her face, so I push them behind her ears. My fingers glide over her skin like water. Her skin is so fucking soft, it’s criminal.
The smudged makeup on her eyelids catches my attention, and reluctantly, I pad over to my bathroom to get some wet wipes, which I have in case my sister, Andie, ever stays the night.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, close to her, I carefully wipe her face clean of makeup, hoping that she doesn’t wake up. God, she’s beautiful even without a speck of makeup on her face. If not for her smart mouth, I might even enjoy her company.
Liar. You still do.My brain decides to chime in.
Once done, I discard the wipes and place a bucket beside the bed in case she wakes up to puke her guts out, and a glass of water and aspirin on the bedside table. The hangover’s gonna kill her tomorrow.
I can’t wait to see her reaction when she finds herself in my bed. The thought alone is enough to bring a grin to my face.
After showering and getting ready for bed, I climb under the covers, maintaining my distance from her sleeping form and praying that I don’t wake up with a hard-on.
Her soft snoring lulls me to sleep, and for the first time, I don’t feel so alone in my home.
Six
Kaeli
The pillow feels stiffer than usual.
Since when has it been so hard?
Languidly, I fluff the pillow again. And instead of stuffing down, the pillow groans.
Wait, what!?
Instantly, my eyes pop open, and I soak in my surroundings without moving a single muscle in case I’ve finally managed to land myself in some sort of danger.
Soft light from the floor-to-ceiling window in a monochrome-colored room streamsinside, casting gentle patterns across the floor as the white curtains hang at unequal distances.
My head rests on…a solid naked chest. Aman’schest. While my leg is sprawled upon his lower half, my limbs are entangled with his as the covers lie askew.
A strong arm corded around my middle, pulling me closer to him, his chin resting on top of my head.
What the fuck is happening?
When I don’t move, his groggy voice reaches my ears. “Good morning, Feather.” And the reality of who that voice belongs to shoots through me like a lightning bolt, short-circuiting my brain.
No…it can’t be…
“I know you’re awake,” Ezra mutters, confirming my suspicion, as if I weren’t already embarrassed enough.
I attempt to scramble away, but his hold tightens on me, and he pulls me in further. “Just one more minute,” his raspy voice makes liquid pool in my lower belly.
Fuck, this is not good.
