My control was slipping.
Her legs moved beneath the covers, and another soft moan escaped her throat. I gripped the sheets, trying to get my erection to go down by sheer force of will.
It wasn’t working.
I’d been fighting this attraction for so long. Ever since Becca died, I’d sworn off anything more than physical release with women who meant nothing. No attachments and no emotions. Just the basic need fulfilled.
But Sammy wasn’t just any woman.
She was my purpose now. My reason for living when I’d lost everything else. Her protection came before my desires and before anything else. Getting involved would complicate everything.
So why couldn’t I tear my eyes away from her parted lips? Why couldn’t I stop imagining what it would be like to taste her?
She shifted again, her leg brushing against mine, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Her scent grew stronger, and I throbbed in response. I needed to get up, maybe take a cold shower or go for a run, anything to break this spell.
But then her eyes fluttered open, locking with mine.
Her pupils were dilated, and her cheeks were flushed. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air crackled with tension.
I swallowed hard. “You were moaning in your sleep.” My words barely carried across the small space between us. “What were you dreaming about?”
She bit her lip, searching my eyes for something. What? I wasn’t sure. Her gaze dropped to my chest, lingered on my tattoos, then moved to my nipple rings. I could almost feel her touch from the intensity of her stare.
“Sammy.” My voice sounded husky even to my own ears. From sleep? From desire? Both? “Tell me what you were dreaming about.”
Her eyes met mine again, a sigh escaping her lips as she settled her hands beneath her cheek.
“I don’t want to get more turned on than I already am.” The resignation in her voice sent heat straight to my groin. “Sex is off-limits for us. Your rule, not mine, might I add.”
My rule. My fucking rule that was torturing both of us. But it was there for a reason, wasn’t it? To keep her safe. To keep her protected. To make sure my focus stayed where it needed to be.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear about it.”
Her eyebrow arched, and her gaze fell to where the sheet covered my hips. The corner of her mouth twitched. She knew what my cock was doing.
I laughed softly, reaching out to tilt her chin up with my finger.
“My eyes are up here, Peanut.” The contact sent electricity through my fingertips. “I need a story time before I can go back to sleep. Can you give me that?”
What the hell was I doing? This was playing with fire.
A challenge crossed her face. “You really want to hear about me sitting on another man’s face? How he made me orgasm multiple times? How I’m so wet right now that your cock would slide right in?”
My nostrils flared, catching the spike in her scent that confirmed her words. I couldn’t control the way my cock twitched at the imagery she painted. A dangerous combination of jealousy and arousal crashed together in my chest.
Another man touched her and made her come. My protective instincts roared to life, while my heart whispered it should be me.
“I need details.” I adjusted my position, and the sheet slid lower on my hips. Her eyes widened when she remembered I was completely naked underneath.
“Details?” Her voice went up an octave, her eyes locking onto mine.
The line between us was getting blurrier by the second. I should stop this. Should turn over and force myself to sleep. But my mouth kept moving, words pouring out that I couldn’t seem to control.
“Did he take your nipples into his mouth first? Tease you with his tongue?” I moved my hand from my stomach to my nipple, watching her bite her lip as I touched myself. “I bet you like that. Maybe a little nibble?”
She didn’t speak, just nodded, her eyes following myfingers as I flicked the barbell and pinched the sensitive skin around it. The sensation made my cock throb.
This was madness. Complete insanity. Yet I couldn’t stop.
