Page 24 of Merry with Me

He pulls back and stares down at my chest. He lifts his hand, and I suck in a breath as he traces my collarbone with his index finger. “Where else, Blake?”

“Thighs. I mean, between them.”

“Fuck,” he curses, and reality crashes into me.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

What am I doing?

Flattening my hands on his chest, I push back, and he lets me go. “Beards and arm porn, snap out of it, Kincaid,” I mutter to myself.

“What’s that?”

I take another step back. “Corn. Bread and corn. I haven’t had dinner. We should go.” His heated gaze seems to look inside my soul, and I feel exposed. I’m certain my desire is written all over my face.

“Did you get what you needed, Ms. Kincaid?”

Damn.

I nod. “Thank you for your help.” I turn on my heel and rush toward the door. I can hear his heavy footfalls, and I know he’s following me. Reaching the front door, I hit the light switches and step outside. I inhale the cold night air, hoping it will cool my libido.

“Do we need to lock up?” he asks.

“No. It will lock once we pull the door tight.”

He nods, stepping outside next to me, and pulls the door closed. I watch as he ensures it’s secured. When he turns toward me, his gaze is still hungry.

He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me to my car, where he opens the door for me. He waits until I’m inside and buckled up before closing the door. I wave and pull out of the lot, not bothering to let my car warm up. I need to put some distance between us.

CHAPTER

EIGHT

Oliver

I know it’s almost time to get up, but I need more time. I’m not ready to crawl out of this warm bed, not when she’s in it with me. My cock is aching for her, so I think I’ll have my breakfast before I get up to make hers. I'm greeted with cold sheets when I reach over to pull her into my arms.

What. The. Fuck?

My eyes snap open, and I blink a few times, staring at the empty spot on the bed next to me. She’s not here. Falling back onto my pillow, I stare up at the ceiling.

It was all just a dream.

Well, not all of it. I held her in my arms last night when we were at Willow Manor. My hands flex as if I can still feel her with me.

I was dreaming. It felt so real. I could have sworn she was here, that she went to sleep with my arms wrapped around her.

Disappointment washes over me.

My cock hurts.

I’m so hard.

She’s not here.

It really was just a dream.

Dream or not, my cock needs attention, and well, considering it’s only seen my palm since that night my life changed, I have to handle business on my own. Sliding my hands beneath the covers, I work my boxer briefs over my hard cock and fist myself. Feeling too restricted, I toss off the covers, spit in my palm, and go back for another stroke.

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