Page 37 of Braving the Storm
Well, shit. My body has been on a sexual starvation diet for so long, it only takes a second to confirm exactly how soaked I am.
Clearly, with a banged-up head and all, while I’ve been sleeping, my body has responded to his touch, and I’m left battling the urge to bite down on my pillow and scream.
I have to fight about a thousand other urges floating to the surface like champagne bubbles. Namely, ones that involve straddling my insanely hot uncle and waking him up by demanding that he fucks me so hard I see stars.
If our situation was different… would he be interested in me? If he was awake, would his body respond in this same way?
Other than mistaking me for someone else that first night, and looking out for me, there have been a few moments where I’ve been left wondering. But then he’s impossible to read. Brooding and quiet, yet charming as sin, when he fixes me with those bright blue eyes I could drown under the weight of.
God.He’s big.The size of him pressing insistently against my spine is enough to leave me breathless. And I’m so unbelievably morally fucked up because even though I should be moving away, I’m still lying here, and I’m stealing the touches and warmth of him pressed along the length of my back and ass and thighs, touching almost every part of my body with his. Stealing all of thattouch,I’ve grown so desperate for over the years.
Even if he’s giving it to me unknowingly.
Nope. No. Briar, you need to get yourself out of this disaster right now. You’re tired, you’re needy, and this man has been good to you.
Don’t go spinning this into a golden thread of meaning when there is absolutely nothing to whatever has happened during the night.
He’s obviously accustomed to having women in his bed, and I’m sure that this is just reflex for him. After years of entertaining his bed buddies.
Ugh. Why does that thought—even just the droplet of an idea forming of him being with someone like that, of being with a woman—make me want to growl?
Then, a more serious thought douses cold water all over the flames that have been licking at my core beneath his hot palm.
How many women has he fucked in this very bed?
How many others have been tangled with him in these sheets,as they cry his name into the wilderness, while he fucks their brains out?
That sends a chill, trickling ice straight to my toes. Galvanizing me into action.
Fuck this. I need to get myself away from whatever devilish little twisted-up monster has taken hold of my thoughts.
Slipping out from under his arm with all the skills of a ninja, my body slides as gently as possible from the bed, and I tiptoe my way to the bathroom in the filtered gray murkiness of pre-dawn. I don’t know if I hear him stirring in the bedroom behind me, but I’ve never been more grateful for a lack of creaky floorboards or squeaking door hinges.
At least I’ve extracted myself from what could have been an extremely awkward situation. If he wakes up in bed alone with morning wood, there’s nothing unusual about that, right? Happens to guys all the time.
My fingers grip the edge of the bathroom door as I hover in a state of indecision, should I leave it open or closed? Last night, he insisted on me keeping it open while I showered, and right now, I don’t know what would be worse—leaving it open when I really, really need to take care of the situation between my thighs, or closing the door and risking that he’ll barge through like a snorting bull.
Weighing my options rapidly, I figure it is much more likely that my attempts to quietly get myself off in the shower are going to be rudely interrupted if I close this door. So I suck in a breath and step toward the shower. As I flip the water on and begin to quickly ditch the hoodie and sleep shorts I’m wearing, my mind drifts back to being in that bed and the sensation of being wrapped in those strong arms. The heat and forceful weight of him still lingers on my skin.
Surrounded by all of that sensory overload, I’ve now had a fragmented glimpse at what it must feel like to have someone love and care for you. Despite being so unfamiliar to me, is that what it’s like when a person can’t go a night without touching you?
God. I spent too long trapped in that house, sleeping on my own.
It’s better if we have our own rooms, babe. I work late and can’t sleep unless I’ve got my own space. I know you’ll understand.
Ugh, it was such a classic line; why the hell I let myself fall for it is a nightmare I don’t intend to revisit.
Stepping into the tub beneath the stream of hot water, I can’t help myself from wondering if the man who had my body wrapped tight in his grasp this morning… was there any chance he thought about me at all through those hours of sleep. Did his subconscious know it wasme, or was it another woman he dreamt of taking up that spot in his bed?
I’m so tightly wound, just the lightest, briefest brush of my fingertips over my hard nipples sends a swirl of pleasure blossoming in my core. The water drums a steady beat into the bottom of the tub, sluicing across my skin, and even though that door is wide open, even though I wish I could use my vibrator carefully hidden inside my bag, I have no other choice.
This is something my body needs. I can be quiet and quick about it. All I need to do right now is take the edge off this insanity.
Bracing one hand against the wall, I shift my weight so that one foot rests on the ledge. My fingers slide down through my slit, and the slippery wetness waiting there for me tells me everything I need to know about how desperate my body has been.
With that hand, I part my pussy lips and glide a finger over my swollen clit. Holy shit, the relief that floods through my veins is a powerful, heady feeling when I finally make contact with that part of me that has been in need of attention.
Pleasure bursts through me beneath the circling motions; it’s not going to take me long to shatter into a thousand pieces. Between the heat of the water and the desire running like liquid fire through every inch of my skin, I can feel the heat flush my cheeks and my chest, building and intensifying with each rub over the bundle of nerves.
