She’s asleep in my bed. I glance at my watch and notice it’s past midnight. We’ve been talking for over an hour. My jaw clenches as my eyes trace over her.
Georgie. In my bed. Where I’vedreamedof having her.
The right thing to do is to wake her up and take her back to her own room. That would be therightthing.
But it’s not what I want. And she looks so peaceful and so beautiful with her cheek against my pillow and her hair spilling softly around her shoulders.
I move lower too, snuggling into the blankets and resting my head on the pillows. I’m too tired and too comfortable to move. And why would I miss this opportunity?
She fell asleep by accident, and it will be easy for her to assume that I did as well.
Tonight was a breakthrough in so many ways.
I always promised myself I wouldn’t pursue her until my father was out of the picture, until it was safe. But life had other plans, and she’s here now. I should enjoy every moment I have with her, because while I have every intention of keeping her safe, of keeping her with me, there is no telling what the future holds. My heart clenches with uncertainly and worry about myfather’s plans. My eyes trace over her face, her beautiful lips, parted as she breathes softly.
Unable to resist the urge, I reach out and brush my fingers over her cheek, pushing a strand of soft, silky hair from her eyes. She murmurs, stirring, but doesn’t wake up.
I close my eyes, smiling, breathing in her scent as I drift off to sleep.
***
I wake up, convinced I’m still dreaming.
I’m lying on my back, and she’s in my arms, her legs tangled between mine, and she’s lying on my chest with her arm wrapped around my waist and my arm cradling her back. She’s right up against me. In the night, we must have moved closer and slept in each other’s warmth.
Except this isn’t a dream, and Georgie really does have her body entangled with mine. I blink in disbelief, suddenly flooded with intense desire. My fingers trace slowly over her shoulder and my cock hardens to the point it’s aching. I groan, fighting urges that have plagued me for years.
Her skin is soft, so smooth it’s like silk beneath my fingertips.
She stirs and opens her eyes, tilting her face upwards. She looks alarmed to be in my arms.
“Oh,” she whispers.
“Morning,” I whisper back, watching the haze of dreams in her eyes.
She smiles shyly, but to my surprise, she doesn’t move away.
She can’t feel my cock, she has no idea how turned on I am, and luckily, her eyes are turned upwards, locked with mine.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask, hyper-aware of how close our faces are to each other.
“Mm.” She nods. “You?” Her voice is barely audible, her eyes drop to my mouth, and her lips part.
The urgency that floods me, screaming at me to kiss her, is overwhelming. But if I do…I won’t be able to stop.
And if I do…I promised myself I wouldn’t claim her until all of the danger was over. Still, I find myself tilting my head so that my lips are close enough to hers to feel the heat against my mouth.
My breath hitches in my chest.
You can’t do this, Kris. She’s not safe yet. You can’t be distracted by anything other than keeping her safe.
With a low growl of frustration, I roll in the other direction, away from her. I don’t even look at her, because if I do, I might not be able to hold onto this self-control I’ve mustered.
“I should shower,” I say, pulling the blankets aside and sitting on the edge of the bed with my back to her, to hide my throbbing cock.
“Right, yes, of course,” she mutters, disappointment evident.
I stand up and walk around the bed, my body turned away from her until I have a chance to dart into the bathroom. I push the door closed behind me and groan again. I can’t believe I walked away from that.
