Rachel went completely still.
For a long moment neither of us moved, and I wondered if I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life. I could see the headlines and they wouldn’t be good.Rental Host Accosts Beautiful Tenant In Her Sleep.
Then she exhaled slowly and eased back against me, her body fitting against mine like she’d been designed to slot into that exact space.
She wiggled until the blanket between us got jostled and then it was just us. My chest pressed against her back. My thigh aligned with hers through the quilts.
I kept my hips angled away, which took more self-control than I wanted to admit because every instinct I had was screaming at me to pull her closer and feelallof her againstallof me.
The wind howled outside, rattling the windows in their frames, but inside the cocoon of blankets, the air was starting to warm. I could smell her shampoo, something floral and clean that didn’t belong in my rugged bedroom, and underneath that, the scent of her skin.
Why was I reacting like this? I’d gone years without wanting a woman in my bed.
Years of telling myself I was better off alone, that relationships were just another project destined to fall apart.
Michelle had made that clear enough when she’d walked out.
But Rachel wasn’t Michelle. Rachel was a stranger who’d shown up on my doorstep looking like a drowned kitten. And somehow, in the span of a few hours, she’d gotten under my skin in ways I couldn’t explain.
I was thinking with my cock. That was all this was.
Simple biology.
She was soft and warm and female, and I’d been celibate long enough that my body was staging a rebellion against my common sense.
Except it wasn’t just physical. When she’d knocked on my door in the middle of the night, admitting she needed help, I’d felt something shift in my chest that had nothing to do with lust. That was the part I was really afraid of. Not sleeping with this woman, but what might happen afterward?
I was in trouble.
Rachel’s breathing evened out, her shivers finally subsiding as my warmth seeped into her. I lay there listening to the storm and trying not to think about how right she felt in my arms as my cock throbbed hungrily, begging me to shift forward just a couple inches so it could lock in place against her ass.
It told me that it knew how toreallywarm her up.
But I was in charge here. I wasn’t a kid anymore who jumped every time a pretty woman caught my eye.
And she worked for HomeGuard Insurance. Tomorrow or the next day she’d be out at Mrs. Andretti’s house, and I knew all my sweet feelings towards this woman would evaporate then.
Light filtered through the curtains as I woke up, and for a moment I didn’t understand why I felt sogood.
Then I registered the woman in my arms, her back against my chest, my cock pressed hungrily against her ass, gently grinding it with soft pulses of my hips.
What the fuck?
That’s when everything came rushing back.
At some point during the night, we’d shifted even closer, and now there was nothing between us but thin cotton and whatever remained of my self-control.
I kept holding her, but I pulled my hips back so my cock was no longer intruding on her luscious ass.
Her hair had come loose from its bun, dark strands fanning across my pillow in wild waves that looked nothing like the sleek, professional style she’d arrived with. I liked it better this way. Messy. Real. Like she’d let her guard down without meaning to.
I wonder what she was like as a kid.
Had she always been so serious? Or had there been a time when she’d run barefoot through summer grass, chasing fireflies and making up stories about dragons in the clouds?
The thought made me smile, which surprised me because I didn’t smile much these days.
I’d grown up wild in these mountains, spending whole days in the woods with nothing but a stick for a sword and my imagination for company.
