Page 27 of Single Mom for the Mountain Men
“Yeah, do that,” I call after him. Once Tanner has exited the room and shut the door behind him, I detach myself from Lena, trying to maneuver her sleeping form under her sheets.
Chapter thirteen
CHAPTER 13: Brody
Once she registers the slightest bit of distance between us, her hand curls into a fist in my shirt, and a sound of protest emits from deep in her throat.
I pause with her face right in front of mine. Her head rests in the crook of my elbow, her eyes closed while her brows twitch.
When I try to move away from her again, after I’m sure that she has gone back to sleep, the same thing happens. This time, she looks closer to waking up, so I let it be. Throwing caution to the wind, I cradle her closer to me, placing her head on my chest as I sneak in beside her.
Somehow, I manage to pull up the comforter over us, and I wrap my arm around her tiny waist, holding her possessively. Her breathing is deep, her face completely at peace as her mouth curls up into a pout.
Turning off her bedside lamp, I let the darkness take me as it shrouds the night’s events.
When I wake up, daylight is streaming in through the window. Her curtains are sheer, allowing in more light than I would like. Out of us three brothers, I am the one who likes being up early the least. I’ve had enough early mornings in the military to last me a lifetime.
Lena is still asleep, her mouth open as she drools on my shirt. The sight is more endearing than I would like to admit.
The weight of her body is welcome, the shadows her lashes cast on her cheeks more interesting than anything I’ve seen in weeks. The wound on her forehead looks less swollen than it did last night.
She moves her leg, so she can throw her knee carelessly over my lap. It’s only then that I realize the fucking conundrum I’m in.
I have a fucking boner while the most attractive woman I have seen in years sleeps on top of me.
Shit is bound to happen.
My jaw clenches as she moves around again, rubbing her foot against my calf like a cat. The motion puts put pressure on my dick, and I close my eyes, wondering what the fuck I should do. Her curvaceous body is of no fucking help since it’s pinning me in place as I get harder.
“Lena,” I grunt when she twitches again. I’ve had enough torture for the moment. It’s as uncomfortable as sleeping in the elements during forced marches.
Her eyes flutter open softly, like the batting of butterfly wings. It takes a moment for her to realize where she is and what position we’re in. Her green eyes reflect the light coming in from her window, making them look like gems. Her lips part further, her nose twitching ever so slightly.
Who the fuck looks this gorgeous when they’ve just woken up? It has to be some kind of sorcery or something.
“Brody,” she croaks, and surprise is clear in her tone.
“Lena,” I rumble, my chest vibrating with the sound.
She moves her head off my chest, her knee rubbing against my groin with each movement she makes.
“Lena,” I say, this time the words sounding like more of a warning growl than anything else. Her eyes go wide when she realizes what it is that’s poking against her leg. She freezes like a deer caught in headlights. Her throat bobs up and down as she swallows hard.
“Brody,” she mutters my name. Pink rises in her cheeks as her breathing begins picking up pace.
Any questions I have about her wound fly out of the window when her blush intensifies completely, her eyes darkening ever so slightly.
The soft weight of her body snaps any control I had left as my hand traces over her spine to the back of her skull. I pull back her face slightly as she gasps, arching into my touch.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” I murmur dangerously, watching as she scrambles for an answer, her chest brushing against mine with every breath,
“I…” she tries meekly, biting her lip as she presses her hips against the side of my leg experimentally.
God, this vixen.
“A woman as gorgeous as you should come with a warning,” I mutter against her throat as I pull her closer, relaxing my grip on her hair. As my lips brush her skin, she shudders, an aborted gasp leaving her mouth.
Her leg rubbing against my morning wood, this time slowly but with intention, tells me all I need to know.
