He simply shared his comforting warmth by being near. It was part of the reason I couldn’t seem to stay away from him. He could calm me when no one else could. It was such a gift he gave to me, part of this unusual, phenomenal pull between us…a connection that I’d never had with another human. A treasure I never wanted to part with.
I often wondered…did he feel it too? He had to, at least in some measure. His forbearance sure as hell didn’t escape my notice. No matter how much resistance I threw at him or how many times I pushed him away, he never really budged. When it seemed like everything else in my life had been turned upside down, he was my constant.
Ten minutes went by—I was watching the clock on the nightstand—in which both of us were still and simple in our sublime silence. Finally, I gave into the pull and rolled to my back to look fully at him.
He kept his eyes closed as if he were sleeping too, and I took the rare opportunity to stare at him. His hair was damp, but he smelled fresh, like old-fashioned bar soap. Nothing fancy from a mall specialty store like he normally used, just pure and natural, and it still suited him. His beard was growing in, but not too dark. Since his hair was naturally blond, his whiskers were light too. That morning, while out on the sunny deck, I noticed a bit of auburn in the stubble too.
He had such wholesome good looks, with his formidable cheekbones and defined brow bone, but beneath was a wicked and filthy mind. His mouth—Lord, his mouth—and the rest of his body could deliver on all the dirty promises that clever brain came up with. I pressed my legs together subtly, not wanting to shift too much weight on the mattress. There was a good chance he wasn’t really sleeping, but in case he had drifted off, my sexual frustration was not going to be what woke him.
Still, my hand burned to touch him. The longer I stared, the more insistent the need became. I wanted to feel his firm skin beneath my fingers and run them through his thick hair. The sun had kissed the prominent angles of his face, and he had a promising start to a golden tan. I let my gaze roam down his corded neck to his broad chest. Thankfully he’d put a regular T-shirt on after showering, because the tank top he’d had on to work out would’ve been the death of me. Nevertheless, the tee provided a perfect showcase for his strong arms, ending with long, skillful fingers tipped by perfectly manicured nails.
Just thinking of him wrapping those arms around me again…touching me…stroking me…pleasuring me… Nirvana.
My breath stuttered when his cheek twitched, and I watched as it became a devilish grin. It took every effort to hold in my own guilty giggle, knowing I was busted.
Without opening his eyes, he asked in a low, husky voice, “Like what you see, Blaze?”
“Sleeping,” I mumbled as a last-ditch effort to get away with having stared at him for the past ten minutes.
“Bullshit.” He chuckled, grin growing wider. “You’ve been undressing me in your imagination since you rolled over. Don’t lie about it.”
God help me, somehow he looked even sexier than before.
Grant Twombley wore confidence like a second skin. The guy was tall, fit, and ridiculously attractive, and he knew it. He dressed like a fashion model, had the money of a king and the carefree attitude of a prince. Yet for some unexplainable reason, he was deeply invested in me. While many women would sell their soul for the dream, most of the time, I felt like his charity pet project. His version of giving back to humanity. Heal the broken girl’s heart and mind and secure your place just to the right of the highest.
“Well?” he prompted. “Are you going to answer me?”
“You’re definitely easy on the eyes, Tree. But you know that already. All your little fangirls feed your ego enough—you don’t need me to do it too. Do you?”
Yeah, so it was a tactic. But I’d worked the anger-over-arousal angle with him before and went all-in on it working again now. Though after a few moments, I wondered if he was going to be the issue here. Being this close to him, with our bodies stretched out and nearly touching…the proximity wasn’t as easy as it once was. Not