Page 127 of From Best Friend to Bride
The tingles I expected to feel between my legs were almost non-existent. Instead, I merely felt a wave of peace wash over me, and I closed my eyes to breathe it in properly.
Thank God that Fred was back.
“I’m sorry.” Fred gripped my ankles, kneeling before me. “It was a mistake.”
“Fred, you grabbed my boob. It’s not the end of the world. I told you it was fine.”
“I’m still sorry.”
“Do you have to be sorry while kneeling on the floor?” I folded my arms across my chest. “If anyone were to walk in here right now and see this, I fear they’d think we were in some kind of dominant and submissive relationship.”
He released my ankles and held out his hands. “Yes. Tie them up so I don’t do it again.”
Huh.
Maybe my sisterhadbeen onto something.
Good grief. Now all I could picture was Fred’s hands knotted with a tie and him lying back on the bed, blushing at me.
What kind of pervert was I turning into?
I blinked at him. “You’ve lost your bloody mind,” I said. “It’s not a big deal. It’s just a boob grab. I grab them, too. Besides, I liked it.”
Fred paused, hands still outstretched before him, and stared at me. “Don’t tell me that.”
“What? It’s the truth. You don’t need to feel bad about it, so get up.” I nudged my toes against his knee. “It’s not like I blame you. These are great tits to hold.”
He sat back with a sigh. “I said nothing physical.”
“You groped my tit. You didn’t bend me over and spank me,” I replied, swinging my legs to the side of him. I got up and walked over to the chest of drawers where my brush was and grabbed it. “Don’t make such a big deal out of it, honestly.”
“Then stop looking at my cock.”
I blinked with my gaze fixed firmly on the bulge in his clothes. “Put it away, then.”
“How am I supposed to do that if you’re looking at it?”
“How am I supposed to stop looking at it given how obvious it is? It’s like telling someone not to look at the sky when the stars are out. I can’t miss it, Fred.” I ran the brush through my hair, finally turning towards the mirror.
“You—” He sighed, and I caught a glimpse of his reflection as he stood up and ran his fingers through his messy auburn hair. “You’re going to kill me, Delilah.”
“What happened to ‘my pretty wife?’” I asked.
“I thought you hated it when I call you that.”
“I do, but it also makes me feel nice, and I’m really sad right now.” I pouted into the mirror, sweeping my hair around to one side and over my shoulder.
He walked over to me and stepped up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. He rested his chin on top of my head, and his erection pressed against my bum cheeks. “You’re very needy, do you know that?”
“I should hope so. You’ve only been saying it for our entire lives.”
He grinned, and something sparkled in his eyes. “And I’ll probably say it for the rest of our lives.”
The rest of our lives.
His words sent a tingle down my spine, and I shivered. There was no way he’d missed it—not when his grip on me tightened and his jaw twitched almost imperceptibly.
“Delilah…” He pressed his face into the back of my head, and his breath warmed the side of my neck that was exposed. “If you do that…”
