Page 46 of Wild For You
If I was dreaming, I never wanted to wake up.
Chapter Eleven – Andrew
I wasn’t sure what possessed me to kiss Kelsey, but I wasn’t regretting it. I’d never felt so intoxicated by a woman before. In the kitchen earlier, I had an overwhelming need to taste her, to hold her. If her mother hadn’t called, I would have taken her against the kitchen counter, bum leg and all.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her mouth as I blindly tossed the invitation behind me.
My hands were itching to touch her and reached for her waist.
“Is that the only word you know?” she mumbled, her eyes still closed as if she didn’t want to know if this wasn’t reality.
I felt exactly the same way.
Chuckling, I shook my head and said, “No,” before devouring her mouth again. My tongue slipped between her lips, and my cock jumped in excitement when she moaned as our tongues brushed against each other.
The skin along her waist felt like the smoothest silk beneath my fingers. I took another step toward her, forgetting about my knee and wincing as I put too much weight on it.
I groaned in pain and instantly regretted it as Kelsey pulled back, but my fingers latched onto her hips to keep her from moving too far.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her gaze lowering to my braced knee.
Replying, “Yeah. Just this damn leg,” I knew instantly my fun was over for the time being, because her expression went into full-on medical professional mode. But it was endearing as hell.
Kelsey tried to get me to complete some new exercises for my knee, while I ignored her and tried to watch the football game. She gave up after ten minutes—clearly still weak from her battle with morning sickness, or she would’ve pestered me for much longer—and sat next to me on the couch, reading a book.
It all felt domestic, but my typical need to run from this feeling was nowhere to be found. Even with the kiss, things weren’t awkward at all with Kelsey. Other women would have tried to immediately throw a label on us after that, but notKelsey. She was acting as if it hadn’t happened, and for some reason, that bothered me more than if she’d been awkward about it.
Those were thoughts I was going to have to examine another day, because she was dozing off beside me, her body curling up on the couch cushions as the book she was reading rested on her chest.
With a swift glance at the clock, I saw it was late enough to put her in bed. I was hoping to head to the farm for a few hours the next day and then do something special for the woman who had swiftly taken over my whole life.
Something that was going to force me into a situation I’d been avoiding for twenty years.
“Hey,” I said as I nudged her gently. The corners of her sleep-filled eyes crinkled as she grinned.
“Hey.”
“Game’s over. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Oh. Did we win?” she asked, and the innocent joke made my chest feel funny.
“Yeah.” I smiled.
She sat up, looked at the clock, then over at the spot where she used to store her inflatable bed. “I forgot all about the air mattress. I’ll just get the blankets, sleep on the couch, and figure it out tomorrow.”
“Yeah… no. That’s not happening. You’re sleeping in the bed,” I declared.
“But you can’t sleep out here.” She shook her head.
I rolled my eyes. “Clearly. We can share the bed again, Kelsey. It’ll be fine.”
I could sense she wanted to argue with me, as her eyes narrowed, but then she wisely thought better of it. There was no reason for her to fight me anyway, because I would have carried her to that bed to sleep—with or without the injury. She and the baby needed it.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she brushed past me and headed to the bathroom, while I stripped down to my boxer briefs and tugged on a pair of fresh basketball shorts. I typically slept in the nude, since I ran hot at night, but I was trying to be a gentleman. Something that was new for me.
When she exited, we switched places. By the time I came back to the bedroom, she was cuddled up under the blankets as close to the edge as possible.
This time, I actually remembered to turn the ceiling fan on high, since I wanted nothing more than to slip under those same blankets with her, and I did just that. Then I reached across the bed and tugged her closer.
