Page 219 of Tell Me Something True

Had let her see too much.

And by staying in her bed, holding her this way, he was breaking another one.

Taking more from her with each inhale of her coconut shampoo and the feel of the silken skin of her bare shoulder against his chin. With the press of her full ass against his dick and the rounded curve of her belly filling his palm.

She’d already given him comfort and care and a place to crash.

More than he deserved.

More than he could ever repay.

But not even that thought, let alone any sense of honor, selflessness, or fucking self-preservation could get him to move.

Not until his dog wiggled his way between the two humans, forcing Reed to slide his hand out from under her shirt.

When Reed rolled onto his back—forcing Bella to hop off the bed—Verity rolled with him, somehow managing to keep her head on his shoulder. Now her hair was tickling his cheek, and she’d brought her hand out from under the quilt to rest it high on his chest, the tips of her fingers touching the skin above his collar.

And he couldn’t stop himself from curling his arm around her, his hand once more going under the hem of her tank top to the smooth skin beneath, this time curling around her hip. Titus, realizing a lost cause when he saw one, shot Reed a pitying look, then got up and hopped off the bed.

Reed drew her closer until she was pressed against him once again.

Five more minutes, he promised himself. Five more minutes of her coconut scent and soft skin. Five more minutes of her warmth and curves. Five more minutes where everything was different.

Five more minutes where anything was possible.

Even Verity Jennings being his girl.

He got less than thirty seconds.

And then the alarm on her phone went off.

It took ten more seconds before she stirred. Another five for her to shift her body over his as she reached for the phone on the nightstand, her eyes still closed. Five more while she blindly slapped at the screen of her phone.

Turning his head, he brushed her hand away and turned off the alarm. She snuggled against him again, wiggling much like his dog had done only minutes before.

Except Verity was wiggling while practically laying on top of him, her tits smashed against his chest, her top leg thrown over his thighs, her pussy pressed against his hip.

Fuck. Forget five minutes. He wouldn’t last longer than two.

Her lips grazed the underside of his jaw as she moved her head, and he jerked his gaze down to see if she was fucking with him, but her eyes were still closed, her mouth slightly open, her breathing even.

He froze, his heart racing. More of that wiggling had her sliding her leg higher, her inner thigh brushing along the length of his dick like a caress before settling there with just the right amount of pressure.

And he wanted to hump her leg like a fucking dog.

He’d had a lot of shitty times in his life.

Times where his fears had pushed him into doing something stupid. Something reckless. Where rage had swamped him. Where he’d lashed out at anyone and everything.

But this, this moment that smelled like coconut and felt like the best thing he’d ever experienced?

This was hell.

Because it showed him what heaven could be.

And he knew he’d never have it.

She shifted again. Wiggled a little more. Dragged her thigh down his length, then back up as she released a soft, contented sigh. His cock twitched hard enough he was surprised it didn’t bounce her leg off him.

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