Page 126 of From Best Friend to Bride
I stilled, snapping my eyes open. His breathing hadn’t changed, but the incessant twitching of his eyelids had calmed as his large hand came to rest around my breast. There was no squeezing or kneading—he merely held it.
What was it? A comfort blanket?
Well, yes, it was, but it wasmycomfort blanket, damn it.
I swallowed hard. Even if he was asleep, how could I let this slide? I had to wake him up.
I didn’t want to, though.
This was the worst.
“Fred?” I whispered, nudging my foot against his.
“Mm.” He curled in closer to me, gripping me tighter.
“Fred.”
“No,” he mumbled into my hair. “Five more minutes, wife.”
“You’re holding my tit.”
He froze.
Then he squeezed my freaking boob.
“What are you—”
“Just making sure.” His voice was little more than a murmur, and he released my boob, letting his arm rest draped over my waist instead. “I’d apologise, but now you know how it feels to be groped in your sleep.”
“Bastard.” I paused. “I didn’t say you had to let go.”
He flinched. “Deli…”
“Boobs are comfy to hold. And I’m going back to sleep for an hour anyway, so…” I shrugged, snuggled back against him, and closed my eyes.
See?
This was the problem with sharing a bed with him.
If this carried on, I was going to cut his arm open and climb under his skin.
“You’re solely responsible for this erection.” Fred’s voice was but a whisper, and he slid his hand up my stomach and beneath my t-shirt. His fingertips brushed over the cup of my bra, and I bit the inside of my lower lip as he once again cupped my breast.
He inhaled deeply, then slowly let it back out again. His thumb grazed the lacy cup, and he grunted a little.
“Nope.” He shifted before I could say anything and then, as if it were little more than wet paper between us, brought his hand to my back and unclasped my bra in one swift, easy movement.
“What are you—”
He pulled me back and replaced his hand, this time directly against my breast. My nipple hardened slightly against his palm, and I shifted as the warmth of his touch spread across my skin.
“That’s better,” he mumbled sleepily.
My breath caught, but his was so deep and even that it was clear to see he’d gone back to sleep.
Had he even been fully aware of what he was doing just now?
Either way, I didn’t care.
