Page 56 of Embracing Hope

“But I always sleep closer to the door,” he said grumpily.

“Why? Because you have a penis?” One corner of her mouth tangoed with a smile.

“Years spent in the military instilled in me the importance of monitoring the door and any potential dangers.”

“Fine. You can sleep there.” She sighed, and instead of going around to the other side to climb in, she crawled across him and, he guessed, deliberately rubbed her knee across his groin. He almost choked on his saliva when her rounded bottom popped up close to his face. She smelled good. Good enough to eat and tonight he might have to dine until his belly was full.

The bed shifted as she bounced onto her side of the bed. She leaned against the headboard, tucking her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. “Sheriff Dussan is going to investigate the attack and the break-in.”

“It’s a good idea to get the law involved.”

“If you say so. I never trusted the sheriff. Can you pass me the lotion?”

Something told him she’d already lathered up her beautiful body after her shower, but she had every intention of twisting him into a thousand knots.

He picked up a tube from the nightstand. “This?”

“Yes.” She took the bottle and squirted some into her palm.

He had every intention of ignoring her, but the hell if he had enough control. She smoothed her hands over her legs, along the outside of her thighs, and when she got to the inside, his mouth went dry. He liked everything about her and thought she was perfect.

Isaac couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than to have her long legs wrapped around his hips.

“Please put this back.” She laid the tube on his chest where his heart beat so fast he thought it might scream to a stop.

He replaced the tube and hoped she’d go to sleep.

Of course, his hopes were aimed too high.

“I feel like I’m going stir crazy,” she whined.

He gave her a side glance. “Go to sleep. That’ll help.”

“My mind won’t shut down that easy.” She played with the hem of her shirt.

He closed his eyes. As much as he would have liked to entertain her, he couldn’t allow himself to be sucked in. One thing was staying with her to protect her but to have sex with her father downstairs was where Isaac needed to draw the line.

Flicking his eyes open, Hope had moved closer and she watched him.

The neckline of the T-shirt had fallen over one shoulder, grazing the tops of her bare breasts.

His breath caught in his lungs. She was the most stunning woman he’d had the privilege of meeting.

As if she knew she tugged at his strings, she smiled—a smile that warned him he wouldn’t get out of this unscathed.

He still wore his shirt and jeans, and suddenly, both felt two sizes too small. As much as he wanted to strip down, he’d be ridding his body of the last wall of protection.

She flipped onto her stomach, giving him a view of her bare bottom because her shirt had ridden up to her waist. His dick shot up like a missile and he had to suppress a groan.

He couldn’t put all the blame on her. He could roll over and go to sleep, but it’d be easier to pull his own teeth out one by one. He was concreted in place and didn’t want to miss one second.

In restless torment, she flipped around onto her side. This time, the hem skimmed her flared hip and grazed the apex of her thighs. At this point, his brain and his cock were in a battle to see who won the tug of war.

The points of her nipples were enticing. She had an amazing body, nearly perfect.

She threaded her fingers through her hair and the sight of her groomed cleft between her slender thighs knocked him for a loop. He could still taste her pussy on his tongue.

Although he knew exactly what she was doing, he still couldn’t cut off his desire. Here in her bedroom, they were alone and could explore each other. He could lay her down on the soft blanket and explore every inch of her, sample her. They could hold each other; naked bodies pressed together while she arched under him.

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