Page 39 of Wake Me Up
“Oh, that’s no big deal.” I try to pretend like I didn’t see, even though—let’s be real—how could I not have noticed a set of perfect, plump tits through soaked fabric and two nipples poking out to sayhelloto me? An image flashes in my mind of my tongue running over them, and I shift on my feet as my cock begins to swell.
“I’ll get you some clothes to change into,” I say, jerking my thumb toward my room, hoping like hell she doesn’t notice that my dick is hardening with every passing second. “Do you want to pick them out, or should I just grab you something?”
“Anything’s fine,” she utters. “Thank you, Tripp.”
Her gaze lingers on me, and I fight the urge to look at her chest again when her hands dip down.
“If you want to take a shower, you can.” I try not to rasp out the words.
Thinking about her naked in my shower has my cock twitching even more, but I try my best to be respectful. She doesn’t look at me that way, even though there’s no way in hell she’s not feeling this fucking pull between us.
“That’s okay,” she answers softly. “Clothes are fine.”
I nod, swallowing down my hunger for this woman. I turn and walk into my room and look through my stuff. It’s fucking huge, but I pull out a Sharks crewneck and a pair of sweatpants and socks before heading back to her.
When I return a few minutes later, she’s in the living room, looking around. Her arms are wrapped around herself, and she shivers slightly before she sees me walking back in.
I hand her the clothes and turn to point down the hallway. “There’s a bathroom right down there to the left. If you change your mind on showering, feel free. There’s a pretty nice bathtub in there too. You’re welcome to use anything you want, Freya.”
She holds the clothes in her arms and looks me over. While her eyes are raking over my face, I’m trying to figure out what the hell she’s thinking right now.
“I’m sorry that I wouldn’t kiss you,” she finally whispers, looking down at the ground. “This is all just … a lot.”
Her bringing it up again is a direct hit to my ego, but I brush it off as best as I can and grin. “Nah, don’t worry about it. Going into this, I knew what it was and what it wasn’t. You were clear on that so you have nothing to apologize for.”
I expect her to nod and walk toward the shower, but instead, she stands there and lifts her eyes to mine again, suddenly looking bashful.
“Yeah. Andifwe kissed again … it would just complicate things, you know?” She shifts around nervously. “I think you and I could be friends, and I know my kids love having you around, but kissing?” She bites down on her lip. “Obviously, that would make everything complicated …”
It’s almost like she’s asking more than she’s telling. Her eyes move down to my lips, and I watch her pupils dilate. She wants to kiss me; she just doesn’t think she should. The last thing I’d ever want is to make her feel like she’s betraying her husband, but she deserves to find love again, even if I’m not the one she finds it with. At least I could make her see it’s okay to move on.
I push my luck, taking a step toward her and nodding. “Yeah, you’re right. If we kissed … it could lead to something else. And if it led to something else … well, we’d have to talk about it after.”
I watch her throat work to swallow, and she clenches the dry clothes a little tighter in her arms.
“Yeah …” she practically whispers. “This situation is already complicated. Kissing would just …”
“Make it worse,” I say, finishing her sentence and taking another step toward her.
Now, here we are, standing damn near toe to toe, staring at each other. I watch her chest move with every nervous breath, and my cock strains against my zipper. I want to kiss her and have my hands all over her perfect body.
The silence is damn near suffocating, and we stand here, both trying to come to our senses and walk away. But that’s not what I want, and I don’t think it’s what she wants either. So, I reach my hand out, cupping her cheek.
“Tell me to step back,” I croak. “Say the words, Freya, and I’ll do it.”
Her eyes are dazed, and she stares up at me. “You should,” she breathes out. “You really should.”
“I know,” I agree, but don’t move my hand because she didn’t say the actual words.
And when she drops the clothes from her arms, I know that’s her way of giving me the green light—I think so anyway.
I bend down, slowly moving my hand to her chin and angling it upward. Her lips are a mere inch or two from mine, and she’s looking up at me like she’s equally as scared as she is desperate.
“Fuck it …” She croaks out the two words that change everything.
“Fuck it,” I growl back, and instantly, both of our eyes flutter shut.
I bring my mouth against hers, kissing her slowly and feeling her lips in every part of my fucking mind, body, and soul.
