Page 19 of Accidentally Fudging the Beast
I consider all the ways I could wake her up…most of them probably illegal in at least seven states. I settle for digging my fingers into her perfect ass just to see what she'll do.
She mumbles something into my chest that sounds like she might be summoning demons and tries to wriggle free. Fuck that noise. She's right where I want her.
I tighten my grip, keeping her locked in place.
I never want to let her go.
Is that an option? I file the question away for later, when I can fully consider the ramifications of keeping her permanently tied to my bed.
She finally blinks her eyes open, squinting at me like she just realized she's not actually alone in this bed. She tries to push up on her elbows, but I just haul her closer, until her nose is an inch from mine.
"Morning, Sunshine," I say, my voice gritty as hell. I know what I sound like in the mornings—basically a sex line operator. It's definitely a feature, not a bug.
She seems to agree because she blinks twice, her eyes bright blue even in the ridiculously over-the-top daylight.
"Are you dead?" she croaks.
A grin curls my lips up at the corners. "Not even close. I feel great. But you can check for yourself if you want. CPR is encouraged."
She processes this, looks down at my mouth, then back up. "You're not swelling," she mumbles, shifting slightly, her cheeks turning pink. "Well, not your face, anyway."
I don't even have to look to know exactly which part of me she's referring to. Dani Frost is in my bed, talking about my cock. Fantasies really do come true. "It's a hazard of sleeping next to you."
"This is the best Christmas Eve ever," she says, and then immediately blushes, as if she didn't mean to say that out loud.
I take the opportunity to grind against her thigh a little…just enough to make the bastard even harder. Her breath hitches in response, and that's all the invitation I need.
It's been at least five hours since I had my lips on her. Unacceptable.
I go straight for her neck, flicking my tongue across her pulse. She shudders but doesn't pull away. Instead,she fists her hands in my hair, clinging to me like I might float away if she doesn't anchor me.
"Dani," I murmur, tasting her skin, "if you don't want this, tell me now." I promised her a chance to change her mind about us last night. I was an idiot for doing that, but I won't back out now, even if it kills me. I'll spend the rest of eternity trying to convince her to fall in love with me if she wants to end this here, but I'll keep my word for today at least.
"I…" She shakes her head, her mouth open, and her eyes huge.
Christ, she's killing me.
"I want this, Trent."
Fuck. Me.
That's as far as I manage to think before my lips are on hers. The kiss is messy, not even remotely delicate, but I'm pretty sure I could die right here and not have any regrets.
I suck her lower lip into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her gasp. Her tongue finds mine, tentative at first, then eager. She's not shy, not really. She's usually just a hot little ball of insecurity and anxiety. But there's a nervous energy to her that I can't get enough of.
She tugs hard on my hair, almost as if she's daring herself to believe this is real.
I make a mental note to never let her doubt it.
I reach under her shirt, skimming my fingers along the soft skin of her back. She's so warm, so alive. I can't get enough of her.
She's been touching me for months, working on my back, but I've never been allowed to put my hands on her. All bets are off now, though. I want to map every inch of her body, memorize every sound she makes, live off every little tremor.
When my hand slides lower, cupping her ass, she stiffens for half a second—just long enough to make me pause. But then she exhales, melting into me, and I know she's not going anywhere.
"Is this okay?" I ask, my voice a thick rasp.
She nods, her expression is so open, so honest, that I feel myself falling deeper.
