Ella stretches out her legs, wiggling her butt against my dick.
“Why are we sleeping in here?” she asks. “My sheets are nicer than yours.”
“That is completely untrue, and we’re sleeping in here because there are probably mice in your room.” I kiss her neck, unable to fucking stop myself. I haven’t been able to stop touching her since the car, and it’s pissing me off. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“A gross exaggeration. I’m messy, not dirty.”
“The mugs in there would disagree,” I whisper, and she grins. “Take these fucking pajamas off.”
“No, it’s cold.”
“You’ve never been cold in your life. You’re a portable heater.”
Her grin widens. “You’re warm too, y’know. That’s why you can’t get comfortable. We’re just a couple of hot toddies.”
I bury my face in her hair to stop myself from laughing. “Don’t say hot toddies. Ever.”
“Why? It’s a great drink. Very warming.”
My hand finds its way up her pajama top, and I’m fucking delighted that she isn’t wearing a bra. I tweak her nipple, and she bites her lip.
I’ve fucked Ella twice in the last few hours, and my cock is already ready for round three. It’s like our first kiss unlocked some addiction to her, and now I can’t get enough.
But there’s a war in me, one I keep trying to push aside.
She was Asher’s. He loved her. How could I do this to him?
Part of me wants to believe that if he could choose anyone for Ella to be with, it would be me—but the darker side of my heart knows the truth.
Even if he noticed my feelings before I did, he’d want better for her, wouldn’t he?
He’d want her to have more than I can offer.
She turns over to face me, draping her leg over my hip, and I take a second to look at her. Everything about Ella seems … sharper. Brighter. More vivid. The dark blue of her eyes seems deeper, her lips fuller.
Or did I just never notice it before? Was I thrown off by my immediate dislike of her? I’d always known she was attractive, but not irresistible.
“I didn’t think you’d be like this,” she says quietly, running her fingertips across my jaw. “So … affectionate.”
Her soft touch has me wanting more, so somehow, I pull her closer.
“Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you.”
Her smile is small. “Are you not usually?”
“The only person I ever touched was Asher. I haven’t even hugged Hunter in years.” I brush her hair back,seemingly unable to stop. Fucking. Touching. Her. “But this feels?—”
“Easy.”
Our eyes meet, and I want to deny the word, and the feelings attached to it, but she’s right.
Every aspect of our connection before felt like a struggle uphill, but this? This is fucking seamless. A goddamn breeze.
Instead of confirming that, though, I’m a coward, and I just kiss her. I kiss her, and hope I can absorb these moments, so when this all ends, I can look back and remember that I had it good.
Perfect.
For a while.
