Page 97 of From Best Friend to Bride
I swallowed, scooting back against the headboard, still hiding behind the covers. “I… Uh… Um…”
“Delilah.”
“Frederick.”
“You have until the count of five before I rip that duvet away, pin you down, and tickle the answer out of you.”
A strangled noise left my throat, and I held the duvet as tightly as I could. “No, please.”
“One.”
“Um. Um.”
“Two.”
“A bug? There was a bug.”
“Three.” He edged closer to me.
“Fluff. Big chunk of fluff.”
“Four.” His voice was dangerously low, and a hint of a shadow passed through his usually bright eyes.
Oh, no. I’m in trouble.
“Five.”
I squealed as he pounced, ripping the duvet away from me with a swift tug. “Nooo!” I reached for it, but Fred was much faster than me. His extra height and strength gave him an advantage as he pushed me down onto the bed and straddled my hips, pinning my hands above my head.
He secured my wrists with one hand and brought his other to my waist. My pyjama top crept up my stomach, exposing my bare skin, and I flinched, momentarily squeezing my eyes shut as his fingertips brushed over me.
He peered down at me, his auburn hair hanging down and casting a shadow over his eyes. His shirtless torso towered over me, and I swallowed as my gaze inadvertently traced his body more than once.
This…
This was dangerous.
“What are you—”
He lowered his face closer to mine and gripped my waist. His thumb caressed my skin slowly, almost in a taunt, daring me to fight him.
Sparks flew across my skin. My chest heaved as I drew in a deep breath, and as those sparks all gathered between my legs and made my clit hum to life, I squeezed my thighs together.
Oh, golly.
I’m turned on.
By Fred.
“Get off,” I whispered.
“Why do you keep staring?” he asked, his eyes fixed firmly onto me.
I turned my head, focusing my attention on a spot on the carved headboard. “I told you: You’re imagining it.”
“Delilah.” He gripped my chin and forced my head back, making our gazes collide.
There was a heat in his eyes, one that danced through my own body. For a moment, my whole world froze, and all that existed was him leaning over me, pinning my hands down, cupping my jaw, staring into my eyes like he could only see me.
