BEATRICE
“Ow, you motherfucker,” I cry as pain shoots through my foot and up my leg.
Lifting my foot from the floor, I clutch it in my hand as tears spring to my eyes.
I twist around on one foot and rest my ass against the stupid island that caused this stupid injury.
It’s my own fault. I should have turned on the light. But I didn’t want to risk waking Everett. He should be sleeping like a normal person. Not a pregnant woman who hasn’t slept properly in weeks, who finally got peace and quiet while lying in the most comfortable bed her ass has ever had the pleasure of being in.
God, it was so good. So needed.
But now, I’m wide awake, and it’s the middle of the night, and I suspect I’ve probably fucked myself up even more by sleeping all day.
My toe throbs as I clutch it.
“Shit,” I hiss when I feel wetness on my fingers.
Fucking hell, could this get any worse?
“What did you do?” a deep voice suddenly asks, startling me before the lights come on, illuminating me and making me wince.
“Fuck, that’s bright.”
“Sorry,” he rasps, although he doesn’t look it as he marches toward me with his brows pinched, wearing only…oh God. Wearing only a tight pair of boxer briefs.
My eyes track down his body, taking in all the ink and rippling muscles.
He is every bit as incredible as I imagined that night, and every night since.
My mouth runs dry as my eyes lock on the bulge behind that scrap of fabric. Yep, there is no hiding what he’s rocking.
A steady ache starts up between my thighs, and my temperature soars.
“Shit, you’re bleeding,” he states, snapping me out of my lust-filled daze.
“Oh, um…” My words vanish when he steps closer, his fresh manly scent flooding my nose. "I’m okay,” I squeak, needing him to back the fuck off so I don’t risk embarrassing myself by climbing him like a tree.
“You’re bleeding,” he repeats a beat before he wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me from my one foot.
I gasp as my bare thighs connect with his ice-cold countertops.
“What are you—” My words die when he drops to his haunches before me and reaches for my foot.
“Why didn’t you turn the light on?” he asks.
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
He glances up at me with an amused glint in his eyes. “Didn’t stop you from swearing at my furniture, though, did it?”
I can’t help but smile despite the pain shooting up my leg and the desire that’s building inside me.
“Well, it shouldn’t have jumped out at me in the middle of the night.”
He chuckles, and the depth of it hits me right in the clit.
Goddamn it. I knew I should have tried to discreetly pack my vibrator.
If my buzzing bestie can’t hit the spot, I’ve got no chance of my fingers doing it.
