Page 55 of Second Chance for Mr. Alden

“Jess, wait up.”

She stopped and gave me an impatient stare. She knew the drill—it was my job to make sure the space was safe for her to enter. I moved quickly past her on the stairs, taking the key she held out, withdrew my gun, and opened the front door.

I tried to keep some physical distance between us. Being in the close confines of the car for so long had worn me down, made me crave the intimacy we once shared.

The apartment was smaller than I imagined. It was like a tiny beach cottage with a combined living room and small kitchen. The space was clean, and bright. The size made it easy to sweep through it. The galley style kitchen featured an island with two stools. A small loveseat and armchair faced a large wall-mounted television set over an electric fireplace. Three doors off of this main room: a bathroom, a closet, and a bedroom.

I headed toward the bathroom first. It was small enough that, after determining there was no one hiding in the shower, I checked the supply closet. I turned toward the last door only a few feet away, and my stomach dropped as I realized there was only one bedroom. I moved through the room and checked the small closet before turning back to gesture Jess inside.

Jess stood next to me staring into the room. “Is there only one bedroom?” She stared silently at the king-sized bed inside. She gestured frantically at it. “It’s uh...”

I let out a bark of laughter. “A bed, Jess.”

She let out a frantic squeak. “So you and I?”

“You sleep in here. I’ll take the couch.”

“Alden, I can’t let you do that. You’re over six feet tall, you’ll never fit on that.”

“I’ve slept in worse places, including the couch last night.” I turned away from her and walked back to the door. “I have to grab something from the car.” Even if I only stood outside on the top step, I needed a place to clear my head. After driving for almost four hours, and getting very little sleep, I was too tired to steel my thoughts about what it would be like to share the bed with Jess.

I ran a hand down my face. Well fuck me sideways. How was I going to get through the next few weeks?

Chapter Twelve

Jess

Iwas being torturedby the sound of Alden in the bathroom taking a shower. In a place this small, every time he shifted and the spray hit his body I knew, and my imagination supplied the where. My desire to join him was increasing with each second that passed.

When he groaned, I had to press my thighs together to stop myself from reaching into my underwear and circling my clit until I orgasmed. All he had to do was walk into a room and I was turned on. And right now my mind and body knew that he was only ten feet away. Naked.

My dirty imagination reminded me what it was like to run my hands down his chest, his abdomen, how it felt to wrap my fingers around his big cock and tug and stroke it until he was coming all over me. I wanted his touch almost more than I wanted my next breath.

I clenched my hands into tight fists. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this. At least at my house we had distance, space for me to forget he was so close, that he even existed in the same house as me.

The rumble of a car’s engine leaving the driveway, and the text from one of our burner phones wishing me a nice day thankfully interrupted the sexy thoughts swirling in my mind. I was so lost in my thoughts about Alden I hadn’t realized our online shopper had delivered our groceries.

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