The next twenty minutes are both heaven and hell on earth because I keep vacillating.
Do I want more of this?
Hell, yeah.
Is there a way to make it work?
No.
It’s almost a blessing when Daisy stirs, stretching against me. The semi I’ve been rocking turns into a full-fledged boner. She’s fucking hot and I’ve wanted her since day one. My dick wants inside that sweet unicorn pussy. But that’s not about to happen.
It.
Can.
Not.
Happen.
Her eyelids flutter open and her eyes pierce mine, slicing right to the heart of me. I know I’m in deep shit when her lips curve into a sexy smile and my breath gets clogged in my throat. Her hair is a tumbled mess draped across my chest. The urge to wrap the thick length around my hand pounds through me.
But I don’t.
Are you goddamn crazy?
I can’t touch her any more than I have.
Noah’s face materializes in my mind. I wince and think about how pissed he’d be if he found out that I’d touched her. Guilt floodsthrough my body, nearly drowning me. Noah and I have been tight since football camp before freshman year. If I have an inner circle, he’s it. The rest of these guys, yeah, I like them. We’re all good. But I would never disclose any personal info to them.
The fact that I put my hands all over his cousin doesn’t sit well with me. Daisy has always been off-limits. Noah doesn’t want his friends looking in her direction. He trusts me implicitly. And I broke that trust.
Then there are his parents, Craig and Marnie. It’s doubtful they’d be happy about us being together. Especially knowing what they do about my family, which is everything. They’d want to protect their niece against someone like me. Someone who has a propensity for violence.
There’s no denying that it runs in my blood.
Who could blame them for wanting to keep their niece safe?
Daisy deserves the best in life and that’s not me. It willneverbe me.
You’d think those ugly thoughts would be enough to douse the flames growing inside.
They’re not.
“Morning,” she murmurs huskily.
If my dick weren’t already stiff from her naked form pressed against me, her sultry tone would do the trick. I’m rock hard and there’s not a damn thing that can be done about it.
Well, there is…
Butthat’snot happening.
I clear my throat. “Morning.” There’s no point in prolonging the inevitable.
“How’d you sleep?” she asks and stretches against me like a satisfied cat.
I stifle a groan and she grins.
“Good.” I’m not going to share just how well I slept with her in my arms. “You?”
