Page 39 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

But I was never so glad for a movie to end after two hours of trying not to touch her while she sat next to me. I had to get farther away from her. Images of her writhing under my fingertips last night were still fresh in my mind as was her request to take her virginity.

“Want to watch another one?” She asked, apparently unaware she was driving me insane with desire.

I yawned. “Marty’s contract talk today was like being in a torture chamber, I’m going to turn in. Take Hercules to sleep with you tonight. He’s smitten.”

And he’s not the only one.

Piper’s shoulders drooped with disappointment when I left. I should come up with someone to visit her here, but I couldn’t think of anyone I liked enough to have over to the house beyond West.

Before I turned into my room, I checked the security alarm system. The guard was in the office off the kitchen as an extra precaution. I had him sweeping through the house twice an hour.

There was no way I was going to fall asleep when I returned to my room. Instead, I decided to order Piper some new art supplies through an online store to be delivered tomorrow. I went crazy ordering pens, pencils, paint, and charcoal plus an assortment of paper. Hopefully, that would be a welcome surprise and give her something to keep her occupied while she was here.

Then I took a long shower, beating off to the thought of her. I should be ashamed, and part of me was, but mostly I was so fucking turned on by her. It wasn’t just her body though; she had a beautiful smile and soul. She was smart, talented, and courageous.

When I finally slid into my bed, I prayed that I didn’t spend the whole night awake aching for her. Eventually, I drifted off. I had the most vivid dream of Piper. I even smelled her scent of gardenias.

I groaned, waking myself. Not even in sleep could I escape her.

I was immediately aroused by her taut nipples pressing against my bare back.

“What happened? Are you alright?” I flicked the bedside light on. Piper had crawled into my bed. I reached for her shoulders. Her skin was soft and supple under my fingers. I squeezed harder than I intended, making her wince. Immediately I released her though the imprint of my fingertips on her shoulders pleased me. I wanted so badly to make her mine.

“I can’t sleep,” Piper said. Her white cotton nightgown lacked substance and highlighted her taut, candy pink nipples through the thin material.

Truth be told, the sight of her made me fight back a groan.

“Piper, ah fuck woman. You're killing me. Go back to bed. You can’t be here.” I spoke harsher than intended, trying to mask the desperate plea echoing through my body.

Claim her. She’s yours.

“Can you do what you did last night? Touch me, make me feel alive? I slept so soundly afterward.” She leaned toward me, whispering. Her soft breath tickled my ear.

Fuck.

I was in deep shit if fingering Piper was the only way to get her out of my bed.

But she was scared. This bastard Will had taken her freedom and replaced it with fear. She was too full of light and beauty to live like that.

I was at war with myself. And dammit if she didn’t know that and used it against me. I sighed unsure if the sound was more anxiety or relief.

“One more time, for the both of us and then that's it. It has to be.” I said for both our sakes.

She nodded, a sassy side grin pulling at the edge of her mouth. She won and knew it, damn it. Her green eyes bright and beautiful, stared up at me. I could get lost in their depths. She rolled onto her back, wiggling down deeper into the bed.

Great. Now her scent was going to be all over my sheets and driving me crazy.

This was so wrong.

But fuck if I cared.

I left the bedside light on. If this was going to be the last time I touched her, I was going to give us both something to remember.

“Take off your top, baby.”

She sat up while I helped her pull her nightie over her head. She covered her breasts with her hands shyly. I loved how complex she was. One minute she was boldly climbing into my bed and the next blushing at my gaze. She was passionate and complicated; it drew me to her like she was my personal hell and heaven. She sat beside me with her legs crossed. I tried not to glance at her thong covered pussy and failed.

Meanwhile, her breasts were pushed up so that the tops created perfect half circles. My throat grew dry with the thought of sucking her nipples.

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