I was drunk last night, yes, but I know nothing happened between us. And I won’t lie, seeing her in nothing but my shirt has me seconds away from flipping us on this couch so I can settle myself between her thighs and finally taste the woman who has filled my thoughts morning to night.
“Hi,” she says softly, and her smile only grows.
I don't even try to hide my matching grin.
“Hi.”
Fuck, she is beautiful.
Then her phone goes off again, but in order for her to get off the couch, she has to crawl over me.
She stretches one leg over my midsection, allowing her body to slide over mine.
The moment her warm center meets my erection, I grip her hips on instinct to stop her.
She gasps. First, she looks at our connection, and then she sets her wide blues on my face.
She stays where she is, and I don’t try to shift her off me. Her chest rises on a breath, and mine matches.
Her gaze flickers to my lips and my heart pounds at the thoughts I hope are running through her head.
She bites her bottom lip, and like it’s a signal to my brain, my hands drift up her sides, tugging the shirt with them as they go. The higher I go up her waist, the more she leans forward.
At the last moment, her eyes meet mine, quietly asking me if this is happening.
I give the smallest nod, her lips dangerously close to mine.
Kissing her is going to be the death of me and it hasn’t even happened yet.
When she’s close enough, I take one hand and thread it through her hair, tipping her chin just so that I can press my lips to hers…
Her phone alarm goes off again, and she leaps off my body as if it burned her.
“Sorry, I’m... I’m opening at the bakery today, and I have like twenty alarms set on these days so I’m not late.”
I sit up slowly, swing my legs over the side of the couch, and rub a hand over my face.
“It’s fine. What time do you need to be there?”
“By 4:30.”
“4:30?” I repeat and look at my phone. “It’s 3:45 in the morning, Books,” I add with disbelief.
Had I not been distracted by my attraction for her, I might have noticed that we are both about to be running on maybe four hours of sleep total.
“Yeah, sorry. I should have told you that last night.” She lets out a small laugh. “We covered just about every subject but what time I go to work.”
She backs up to lean against the wall, one leg bent as she rubs the other and watches me. The way she looks in my shirt right now makes me ready to go feral.
I was aware of how much I wanted Brooke before this moment, but right now, I’m not sure I can restrain myself.
“Are … is … um…” She bites that damn lip again when she can’t think of the words she needs.
God, if only this woman knew what she does to me.
“Books, if you keep biting that lip of yours in front of me, I can assure you that you will be late for work.”
Her lip releases from her mouth with a pop.
