Beyond Eighteen(44)

“I’m going to get you ready for bed,” I said before I dipped my body lower and kissed her, nibbling and tasting, just below her earlobe. I busied my hands with the top button on her jeans.

“Yeah, right, doesn’t seem like it,” she breathed before she yawned again. I knew at that point we weren’t rounding any bases tonight, we weren’t going anywhere but to sleep. And, truthfully, I was okay with that.

I tucked my fingers behind the waist of her pants and felt the muscles in her stomach tighten as my scraped knuckles rubbed roughly against her skin.

“Sorry,” I murmured as I unzipped her jeans and dragged my thumbs around the inside edge of the waist. Almost as if peeling away the worries of the day, I pushed her pants down to the floor.

Wilson pressed her hands to my shoulders and maneuvered her feet out of the pile of denim around her ankles. I stood up, tenderly dragging my fingers up her calves, across her thighs and around her hips. Her nipples unyieldingly rigid, I couldn’t stop contemplating her beautiful body. With every deep breath she took her pulse visibly hurried as it hammered through the vein in her neck.

She slowly tickled her fingers down my arms as she dragged my hand from her waist and held it up in the slight space between us, delicately inspecting the scrapes and cuts. Her gorgeous blue eyes constricted as she brushed her fingers around my knuckles. Swallowing briskly, her eyes rose to meet mine, causing my mouth to run dry. She turned my hand over before her eyes closed, and brought her healing lips to my palm. Everything she was belonged to me. Everything we were lingered in this moment.

“My pajamas—” she started to whisper.

“Let’s just leave your pj’s where they are,” I growled.

Wilson smirked as I pulled her toward my bed. “I promise we’ll just sleep tonight.”

“Promise?” Wilson teased.

“Yes, as hard as it’s going to be not to make love to you…I promise,” I said as I edged my chest against hers, nestling in the heat building between our bodies. Her skin was silky soft as my fingers tickled across her lower back. Her flesh rushed with goose bumps and every hair on my body stood on end as I dragged my nose across her neck, soaking up her aroma. She smelled like a refreshing summer day drenched in a field of honeysuckle. I pushed my lips up under her jaw.

“You won’t need these either,” I growled as my hands lingered on the waistband of her lacy white panties before sliding them down her thighs.

“Promise?” she whispered.

“Absolutely,” I answered as I traced my fingertips up the lines of her hips and around her body.

“Then I’d better take these off too,” she teased as she yanked on my boxers.

“Well, now I don’t know what I can promise. You’re about to enter my bed at your own risk,” I quipped as I pulled up the comforter and held it aloft, waiting for her to slip her gorgeous body into my bed.

“I’ll take my chances. Sleeping naked next to you is a risk I’m willing to take. Either way, I end up winning.”

“That’s what you think,” I answered as I slipped into bed. I pushed up against her as she rolled on her side and our bodies fit together perfectly in spoon position. I pressed my mouth next to her ear, and with the lowest tone I could muster, I whispered how much I loved her.

Now that she was back in my arms and I could feel her warmth and heartbeat radiate through my body, maybe, just maybe, I could keep my promise. And finally I’d have a good night’s sleep.





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The sun shone through the window, bright as the fresh snow that had fallen during the night. Waking up with Wilson in my arms, feeling her breath as it rushed across my skin, was the comfort I needed. If only, I could lie here all day wrapped up in her aroma, lost in the rhythm of her heart beat, and taken by how her voice sparks a temptation so deep within me. My body throbbed to make love to her.

But it didn’t take long to feel the chill of the morning scrape every nerve that waited to be fucked with. Instead of enjoying the moment of waking up grateful in the arms of Wilson, I found myself getting agitated. Suddenly I didn’t want this day to come—ever. I was happy living my life before my father died and left my dreams to dissolve in his wishes. I flipped the covers down—great, morning wood. Useful if I wasn’t preoccupied with the fact that I’m being forced into acting as CEO of my family’s company, a company I’ve despised since I was five years old. I stretched to get up when I felt Wilson’s hand flit across my stomach and her mouth push against my shoulder.

“Good morning,” she mumbled against my skin. Wisps of her dirty blonde hair tickled me as she spread herself against my chest. I pushed my arm around her and collected my fingers at the small of her back. She dragged her leg across mine as she cuddled against my side. I felt her grind against my hip, nudging to fit comfortably around me. Hmm, she never put her panties back on last night. She was as naked then as she was when we’d fallen asleep against each other the night before.