Oh heaven, help me. I went from a nightmare straight into the best dream ever.
He could not look any sexier than he does now, all rumpled and tired. He looks like he just got done having sex.
I wonder what he smells like.
“Avery,” he says, a little surprised to see me at three in the morning as I stumble toward the cabinets. I fumble through a few dishes, searching for damn water glasses.
“Thirsty,” I say with a dry mouth and I try to avoid staring at him. Oh my god, but look at those thighs.
I want to ride one of them. I’m not greedy, I’d be okay with justone.I’d just hump it until I came.
I’m so easy.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You’re shaking,” he says as he moves up to me and gently takes the water glass from me. He fills it with water and then hands it back, his eyes dropping to the jersey I’m wearing.
His jersey.
Oh fiddlesticks. Honestly, I forgot I had it on. How fucking embarrassing.
“Oh god,” I groan and then chug the water, hoping I just drown. Is that a thing? We should make it a thing.
“You look good in it,” he says lowly, and oh fuck, there goes my dick.
It’s getting all excited that he noticed me.
It’s just in a perpetual state of arousal now.
“Thank you,” I say and then set my water glass on the counter. “Uh, why are you up?”
“Never sleep well,” he replies and then takes a step closer to me. “Why are you awake?”
“Bad dream,” I mutter and he reaches out and touches my chin. He’s killing me slowly with these gestures. He doesn’t know what he does to me when he touches me like that.
“Wanna talk about it?” he asks, and yes, hell yes, I do. I want to throw myself into his arms and let him hold me for the rest of the night, but instead, I just shrug. Because clinging to him is no way to win this man over.
I think it would just scare him away.
But then again, he did braid my hair and wrap me in his arms earlier. I am so damn confused. It’s too early in the morning for this.
“Come here,” he says and pulls me into that strong chest.
I don’t even resist, just flop onto him, like a dead fish. Very unsexy, but I can’t help it.
He lets out a chuckle and then hefts me up into his arms and walks me to the couch. I cling to him like a koala, trying to ignore the fact that I’m naked under this jersey, and just going with it. He doesn’t seem to mind his hands on my ass. And they are. They’re cradling it like a baby.
I’d so let him baby it.
He sits down on the couch with me straddling him, my face buried in his neck. This is one hundred percent inappropriate, but I’m doing it anyways.
I love how he smells. I love how he feels against me, so big and strong and capable.
I never want to leave. I want to feel safe forever.
“Go on,” he says, his hand rubbing up and down my back, soothing me.
I sigh. “Nothing too crazy, just reliving the punch to my face. I haven’t really dealt with those emotions yet.”
He’s silent a moment and then says, “I never did find out what happened.”
