Page 151 of From Best Friend to Bride
She tilted her head to the side. “Oh, I am. How do you know that?”
“Because you made me hold your hand when they changed the implant.” I popped two pills from the strip and grabbed the water bottle. “Take them. Now.”
“Yes, husband.” She opened her mouth like a baby bird, and I sighed again.
You know what? Fine. Whatever she wanted.
I put them on her tongue and lifted the straw of the bottle to her lips. “Suck.”
She did as she was told, her gaze flicking towards me. She swallowed, then opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue around to show me she’d taken them.
“Good girl.”
A slow smile crept across her face as her cheeks flushed an impossible shade of pink. “That’s a dangerous thing to say after telling me to ‘suck.’”
“That’s enough. Go to sleep.” I put the bottle in her hands and got up before she could grab me.
I was going to lose my fucking mind.
No, I’d already lost it. It was gone. The moment she’d smiled at me while blushing, my cock practically burst to life and was begging to get out of my trousers.
“I’ll be right back.” I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me.
With the mood she was in, she’d probably follow me in here and try to accost me in the shower.
Sleeping with her tonight was a terrible idea. Could I just wait until she fell asleep and sneak out? That was probably the safest thing I could do—she was a handsy cuddler when she was sober, so God only knew what she’d be like drunk.
I was trying very, very hard not to take her words seriously.
It was fucking cruel.
My entire body buzzed with how badly I wanted her. I wanted to be closer to her, to feel her bare skin against mine. I wanted to taste her, to see if she was as sweet as I dreamt she was.
I wanted to take her. Own her. Defile her. Leave my marks on her. Make her mine in every sense of the word.
And she was just out there, lying in our bed, drunkenly flirting with me.
With no idea what she was doing to me.
I got into the shower and ran the water as cold as I could possibly stand it. It just about did the job—at the very least, itmade my erection more bearable than it’d been just ten minutes ago.
I stepped out and wrapped the towel around my waist, then looked for my clothes.
Shit.
I hadn’t brought any in with me.
Now, Deli was going to drool all over me.
That was what I didn’t need.
I eked the door open and peeked out at her. She was asleep—thank fucking God. Even if it was on my pillow, I didn’t care. I was more than used to having to sleep on the edge of the bed thanks to Little Miss Clingy over there, and as long as she slept, I didn’t care if I ended up on the floor tonight.
I crept towards the drawers and threw on some pyjama bottoms, then carefully climbed into the bed next to her. My stomach twitched as her fingers brushed against my side, and I closed my eyes tightly, practically pleading with my cock to settle the fuck down.
Before I’d even finished the thought, Deli clung to me, wrapping herself around me like a koala.
I froze.
