“I am,” she says, and her smile showcases her lower right dimple, making my heart swell. Then she lifts my shirt, smelling the collar right in front of me. I watch her for a split moment, but my gaze drifts to where the shirt rises on her thighs, a mere inch away from revealing the gap where her underwear starts and…
Fuck. I have got to get a hold of myself.
One of us needs to talk, and it needs to happen now.
“Did you just sniff my shirt?” I ask.
A bubble of laughter comes from the stunning woman across from me, and it’s beautiful.
“I did. I ugh … wow, I did that right in front of you, didn’t I?”
I chuckle.
“You did.”
“Is that weird?”
“No, but now I’m second-guessing my choice of laundry soap and hoping I picked a good one.”
She laughs again, and I make it my mission right then and there to make her laugh as much as I can tonight. Anything to ease the stress that asshole caused her.
“Oh, it’s good. Trust me. I like the way you smell. Wow, okay. I’m going to stop talking and just get in bed.”
She does just that, curling onto her side to face me.
She smiles and then closes her eyes.
“Do you fall asleep that fast?” I ask.
“No, but I figured you were still standing there with your pants undone and not doing anything about it because I was looking at you.”
“Oh.”
I glance down at myself and roll my eyes at how obvious my dick is being right now.
“I’m just going to dip into the bathroom and brush my teeth.”
I quickly move about the room, do what I need to in the bathroom, and then drop my pants to the floor before joining Brooke in the bedroom. She’s turned the lights out, so I crawl into bed with her.
We aren’t touching, and it’s so dark in here that I’m not sure if she’s still facing me or not. Is she asleep? Almost asleep? Does she want to talk?
“Dutton?”
“Yeah?” The eagerness in my voice is clear.
“Can you …will you hold me?”
Without a second thought, I reach for her. As if my hand has done this many times before, I curl my fingers around her hips and drag her across the bed. She settles in perfectly with my body, her back to my chest, her head resting on my arm as her pillow, and her ass, her perfectly round ass, nestles against my groin as if it were made to be there.
As if her body was made solely to fit with mine.
I curve my hand around her stomach, reach up and lace her fingers with mine.
I’ve got you.
I’m never letting go.
And I don’t want to.
