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I nod, biting my lip. I don’t care if we do anything else, but his body within reach is all I really need.
“I need to use the restroom first,” he says sternly without looking into my eyes.
Then, my eyes trail down to his pants and a smile creeps across my face. I have an en suite bathroom, so he doesn’t have to leave my room to use it. Without another word, he disappears into the bathroom and I hold back the squeal I want to let loose.
Instead, I bury my face in my pillow and smile so brightly, it hurts my cheeks.
A few minutes later, he emerges and stares at me with that stoic expression.
Quickly, he flips off the lights and crawls on the bed next to me. It’s not as big as his bed, so we’re forced to sleep with our bodies together.
My heart can’t catch up, and I try to slow my breathing, but I’m still reeling from what he just did to me. Alexander touched me. He made me come.
And now he’s going to act like nothing happened.
“Alexander,” I whisper, reaching for his hand in the dark. He wraps my fingers with his. Now that I know the power his name on my lips has, I intend to use it.
“Go to sleep, Sunny.”
“Did you…”
I hear his low laugh hum against my fingers. “Yes.”
My smile grows wider. Something about the effect this had on him turns me on more than I can explain. He was so aroused by my body…he came without even touching himself.
Then, I remember our conversation from last week and how hard Alex is on himself when it comes to me. How he thinks keeping his distance is the best way to keep me safe. I know what this cost him.
Leaning up, I kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for the best birthday ever. I’m glad you were here.”
His eyes find me in the darkness. “I’d give you anything. You know that, right?”
Silently, I nod.
He leans forward and presses his soft lips to my forehead. I breathe him in, desperate for him to put his mouth on mine, but he doesn’t. He just leans back and stays still until I hear his breathing change.
It takes me at least an hour before I fall asleep.
CHAPTER 19
ALEXANDER
I slipped out of her bed before she woke up this morning. It wasn’t easy. I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss her beautiful face while she slept. My morning wood wanted it even more than I did.
But I kept it under control.
What I did last night should have left me feeling like shit, but I was too busy reliving the way she panted and cried out my name while I was tongue-deep inside her.
In my head, I separated what we did with sex. I meant what I said. Sunny deserves to know pleasure in bed, and Liam—bless his stupid fucking heart—wouldn’t know the first thing about giving her an orgasm. I would have given her a hundred last night if that one didn’t almost break me. I had to put her to bed just to keep myself from pulling down my pants and burying myself to the hilt. Even after making a mess in my pants without even touching myself.
Now, in the light of day, I know things have to go back to the way they were. No more sleeping next to each other and toeing the line like we have been.
My struggle is about to get a whole lot harder. I came to this neighborhood to straighten up. Settle down and stop fucking everything that moved, including my too-young neighbor.
Although Sunny has become more than that now…hasn’t she? The girl I hired to paint my pool house isn't just a lust magnet for me. Sure, her perfect little lips keep my attention, but it’s the way she looks at me, the way she talks to me, that keeps me grounded. She listens to me. I mean, she came over in the middle of the night to make sure I didn't drown in my own goddamn pool, for fuck’s sake.
I can’t go back to being the guy that lusts over her. We’ve made it so far with her staying with me, and I had an inkling that the full, satisfied feeling in my chest might be pride. For once in my life, I’m taking care of someone else with absolutely nothing in it for me.
Why can’t she and I just have that relationship without all the goddamn lust involved? Why can’t I just be a normal fucking person who plays the good guy instead of thinking with his dick all the time?
