CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
MATTHEW
My eyes stay closed as I slowly come to my senses, unsure what woke me up but knowing something is different. Everything is quiet. I can feel the warmth of the sun peeking through the window, shining on my face, while the scent of flowers surrounds me.
Wait… Flowers?
My eyes fly open, and I find the top of a honey-haired head tucked under my chin.
Jessica.
The events of last night come rushing back all at once.
Her terrified voice when she called me.
The panic building inside me, knowing she needed me, and I couldn’t get there fast enough.
The fear that I wouldn’t make it in time.
The relief when I saw her.
The anger after seeing what that son of a bitch did to her house. Her bedroom.
Her.
Just thinking about it makes my jaw go rigid.
She’s here. She’s safe.
I let my hand skim over her back, my fingers tangling in her soft hair.
She’s safe.
Maybe if I repeat it enough times, I’ll actually believe it.
She moves slightly, and I have to stifle back a groan.
Jessica is sprawled over me, her arms wrapped tightly around me. Her face is nuzzled into my naked chest with parted lips. Her warm breath tickles my skin while she breathes evenly, clearly still asleep. One of her legs lies nestled between mine. The shirt I gave her last night has risen slightly, and I can feel her wet heat pressing against my naked thigh.
She wiggles again, almost like she’s trying to find a better position, her knee moving slightly higher and brushing against my hard cock.
Fucking hell.
I grit my teeth as I look at the ceiling.
Torture.
This is pure fucking torture wrapped in the most innocent package that is Jessica Richards.
I will my body to be still, praying that she stops wiggling so much.
I know I should probably try to get out of bed, put some distance between us, but damn, she looks so content the way she is. I don’t have the heart to move and risk disturbing her. Not after everything she’s been through.
So I lie here, forcing myself to go through the boring police regulation manual that had almost put me to sleep on more than one occasion. But even that doesn’t help my body to relax.
How the hell can it when she’s right here? Dressed in my freaking shirt with nothing else beneath it? Her hot pussy rubbing against me?
Hell.
