“Fuck you looked so damn pretty, your cheeks all flushed, lips parted as you moved on your hand. And when you came, God, I’d never seen anything more perfect.”
I’m a mess. Heat pools between my legs and my stomach knots, my thighs aching as arousal floods my entire system. I want to squirm, and I want to climb the man like a damn tree.
He chuckles, “I know baby,” He rasps, “but try to relax for me.”
How the hell was I supposed to relax?
I force my eyes closed, squeezing them tight and when he’s finished with one foot, he moves to the other. I stay really still, and I don’t say a word, too afraid my voice will give away just how turned on for him I am right now.
Damn, I feel so easy.
Breathing deeply, I calm myself, focusing on how good it feels with his hands on my feet, working muscles I didn’t even know were so tense.
“Come on,” He finishes with my feet, “You need some sleep.”
“Wait, what?”
He just chuckles, “I’m here to prove we have time, trouble,” he knocks my chin gently, “Bed, now.”
In some sort of trance, I head through to the bedroom, so confused with his signals I’m wondering if I made it all up. But I change out of my clothes and into my flannel pants and a cami and climb under the warm sheets.
Kolt comes through a moment later, hovering at the door, “Can I sleep in here with you?”
I nod, swallowing, “Please.”
Flicking out the lights to the rest of the house, he shuts the bedroom door and then walks over to the vacant side of the bed, placing the monitor on the cabinet. He then strips down into a pair of boxers and I’m pretty sure that’s a little bit of drool coming out my mouth.
Muscles, so many muscles as if he’s been carved from stone, a smattering of hair on his chest and a trail that leads from his navel and disappears beneath the band of his boxers. He takes off the rings on his fingers, placing them on the side, and then pulls back the covers to lay beside me.
“Go to sleep, Ness,” I hear the amused lilt to his tone, “staring at me like that will only lead to trouble.”
“Isn’t that what you expect with me?” I tease.
“Only when I’m not trying to prove to you how much I’m in.” He rolls onto his side to look at me, “Can I hold you?”
I nod against the pillow and then move into the arms he holds open for me.
Can a person smell like home? I wonder about it as I inhale the scent of him, and he holds me so tight, like he can barely withstand the thought of letting me go.
And even though I wonder why he isn’t wanting more, like maybe there’s something wrong with me, I can’t bring myself to ask or move from the cocoon of warmth he’s put me in.
It makes not falling into the trap just that little bit harder.
Chapter Thirty-three
There is nothing more right than when she is in my arms.
I hold her close to me, not bearing a single inch between us and she sleeps so soundly, so peacefully as if she feels the same. Her breathing is even, and I feel her heartbeat against my own chest.
I’ve lost years with her but no more, there won’t be a day that goes by where I am not with her. I want to be in her soul, buried under her skin like she’s buried under mine.
The sun is just cresting on the horizon, poking rays of light through a crack in the curtain. I’d gotten up once in the night with Ethan, getting it done quick, so I didn’t wake her and when he’d fallen back to sleep, I came back to her.
She’s not stirred once but now she’s starting to fidget, stretching out her limbs before her eyes crack open sleepily.
“Good morning,” She rumbles.
“Good morning, trouble.”
