Page 38 of Unearthed Dreams
“Still.” I pressed my forehead against hers, trying to steady my breathing. “We need to slow down.”
“I don’t want to slow down.” Her lips found my neck again, and Christ, she was going to kill me.
“Just kissing,” I said firmly, though it took every ounce of willpower I possessed. “Nothing more. Not tonight.”
Sighing, she pulled away, lower lip caught between her teeth in a way that made me want to bite it myself. “Then let me stay?”
I should say no. Should send her home. Should do anything except what I was about to do.
“I’ll get you something to sleep in.”
I dug through my dresser, pulling out an old t-shirt. “Here. I’ll... I’ll turn around.”
The soft sounds of her undressing nearly broke my resolve. When I heard her slip between the sheets, I changed quickly into gym shorts and a tee.
She was already asleep when I climbed into bed. I lay rigid on my back, arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling, wondering what circle of hell was reserved for men who let innocent girls sleep in their beds.
Then she shifted in her sleep, curling against my side like she belonged there. Her head found my chest, one small hand fisting in my shirt, and something in my chest cracked open.
It had been years since I’d slept with a woman. And this one curled up next to me? She was everything I didn’t deserve. Everything I shouldn’t want. Everything I couldn’t have.
But as her warm breath fanned across my chest, as her fingers tightened in my shirt when I shifted slightly, I knew I was completely fucked. Because Charlie Everton had somehow slipped past every wall I’d built, every defense I’d constructed, and lodged herself firmly in my chest where I couldn’t dig her out.
Chase was going to kill me. Her family would probably help.
But with Charlie’s soft weight pressed against me, her leg tangled with mine like she’d always slept there, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I was in so much fucking trouble.
Dark hair spilledacross my pillow, Charlie’s lips slightly parted. Kelsey had always slept sprawled out, taking up the whole damn bed like she owned it. But Charlie... she curled in on herself, like she was trying to take up as little space as possible, and something about that made my chest tight. Having her this close all night, smelling like strawberries and something uniquely her, had my body wound tight as a spring. My cock was painfully hard, and watching her shift in her sleep, that oversized t-shirt riding up to reveal a slice of tanned thigh, wasn’t helping things.
I eased myself off the mattress, each movement careful and measured. The last thing I needed was to wake her and have her see exactly what effect she had on me. The bathroom tiles were cold under my feet as I closed the door behind me with a quiet click.
Bracing one hand against the cool granite of the counter, I shoved my boxers down with the other. Jesus Christ, I was acting like some teenager who couldn’t control himself. But the memory of her pressed against my chest, the soft weight of her head resting there, her little sighs... I gripped my cock, already leaking at the tip. Just a few minutes to take the edge off.
My strokes started slow but quickly gained urgency, blood pounding in my ears as pressure built at the base of my spine. I was right there, right on the fucking edge when?—
The door flew open with a bang that nearly stopped my heart.
And there stood Charlie, sleep-rumpled and gorgeous inthat damn t-shirt that did nothing to hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples visible through the thin fabric.
“Oh my god!” She slapped a hand over her eyes, spinning around so fast she stumbled. The movement caused my shirt to ride up, showing off smooth legs that I desperately wanted wrapped around me. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking—I just woke up and had to pee and—” Her voice was high-pitched, breathless.
“Charlie…”
She started to turn just her head, hand still firmly covering her eyes, and my cock twitched at how fucking adorable she was, even now.
“Look at me, pretty girl.”
Those fingers parted slightly, and I caught a flash of deep blue eyes, carefully fixed on my face. Her chest heaved, and I could see her pulse fluttering in her throat.
“You wanna give me a hand?”
That blush deepened, spreading down her neck toward her chest. She shuffled on her feet. “I—um—what?”
I kept stroking myself, slower now, drawing out the moment. My mind raced ahead to all the things I wanted to teach her, show her. “Take off your panties.”
“What?” Her voice cracked on the word.
