Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
I should take a giant step back, put some much-needed space between us. Unfortunately, what I should do and what I actually do are two very different things.
“We’ll just have to agree to disagree,” I mumble, reaching out to skim my fingers up the side of her thigh. “Because from where I’m standing, you’ve just about got all the goods on display.” Her skin is warm and soft, and I damn sure don’t miss the goosebumps left behind in the wake of my touch.
She swallows—gulps really—and takes a step back. “Then m-maybe you should stand somewhere else.”
She’s gone before I can formulate a reply, once again hauling ass to get away from me. We weren’t even fully touching, but I feel cooler without her in my space.
“Where are you going?” I bark, my tone giving way to every ounce of frustration I’m feeling as I take off after her.
She infuriates me, and if I didn’t think I’d end up with a black eye, I’d like to take her bratty ass over my knee and teach her some manners.
I jerk to a stop, my own traitorous thoughts rooting me in place. What in the hell was in that pizza? I don’t know what’s got us both so wound up. Maybe it’s a full moon. All I know is I’m thinking all kinds of outlandish things.
“Away from you!” she snaps back as she begins pulling the cushions off the couch.
“What… what are you doing?” I sound like an idiot, shouting out questions with obvious answers, but it seems Scarlet’s robbed me of my common sense.
“Going to bed.”
“You’re sleeping out here?” Look at me, three for three now.
“Obviously.” She cocks one hip to the side, all suntanned skin and attitude. “Is that okay with you, Officer Jackass, or are you expecting me to sleep on the floor?”
“What?” I glance down at the couch and back at her, my mind going a mile a minute trying to figure out a way for us to share the pullout bed without bloodshed or something worse. “No, of course not.”
“Good.” She leans forward and grips the handle, but all I can focus on is her tits. Her cleavage is front and center. Hell, there may as well be a spotlight shining down from the heavens, I’m so entranced. “Then it’s wide open for you.”
Dumbfounded, I stare after her as she pads into the hall to grab the pillows and quilt Atlas and Nora keep in the closet. She tosses them onto the mattress and grabs a tablet from her bag before spreading out the quilt and making herself right at home.
“I… are you being serious?”
She sets her tablet down and glares at me. “Serious about what?”
“Making me sleep on the floor.”
She taps her index finger against her lower lip twice, pretending to think it over. “I should, but I won’t.”
I leap over the back of the couch and settle in beside her.
“Give me some blanket.”
She huffs but slides some of the quilt my way. “You stay on your side, and I’ll stay on mine, you got it?”
This feels like a famous last words kind of moment, but damn if I don’t agree anyway. “Got it, Princess.”
Fuuuuuck. I push my hips forward ever so slightly, loving the way her plush ass feels against my rock-hard dick—like the most tantalizing and toxic form of temptation all at once.
I may fucking hate her, but the feel of her body pressed into mine is… delicious.
I run my fingertips over the exposed skin of her stomach, wondering just how far this little fantasy will go before I inevitably wake up. Because, as ashamed as I am to admit it, this is one of my favorite dreams.
“Feel so good, Princess,” I murmur, torn between trailing up toward her perfect breasts or down toward her pussy.
She shifts against me, moaning softly.
Fuck yes.
The baby monitor crackles.
Wait. Rewind that back… Baby monitor?
I freeze, eyes flying open as reality crashes down around me like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. This is not a dream.
I’m actually sleeping on my best friend's pull-out couch with one hand on her exposed stomach, fingers dangerously close to her waistband and my rock-hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks like it’s trying to make itself a home there.
So much for staying on my side of the bed last night.
I disentangle myself from her as discreetly as possible, slowly sliding my arm from beneath her before rolling to my back. A part of me instantly misses her warmth, but that’s a secret I’ll never tell.
Along with the fact that last night might just have been the best fucking sleep of my life. My expectations were low—I’m talking through-the-floor low. Two grown-ass adults on a couch bed isn’t exactly the recipe for peaceful slumber.
But somehow, having her tucked into my side lulled me into the deepest, most relaxing sleep of my life, even with James fussing on and off through the night.