Chapter 23
Jordan
Kate is asleep with her back to me, her shoulders shifting with each breath.
Take her, the beast rumbles in the back of my mind.
I can’t do that. She’s asleep, for fuck’s sake.
Have her, it demands.
Seeing her with the horses was a small but significant moment to witness. She could have easily gotten up on that horse and made a run for it, but she didn’t. And why wouldn’t she? Not only would she be rid of me, but she could gallop off into the safe zone without issue.
Maybe she wants to stay with me. What else could explain it?
Then her agreement to finally bathe her had me drooling. I got to caress her, stroke her, smell her sweet lavender and honey scent.
And to feel the desire to share about myself, about how I lost Sarah, with her…I think I know why the virus is pushing for me to climb over her.
I should feel ashamed of having such dirty thoughts about her, but I don’t. I’ve wanted her since the moment my eyes landed on her. I don’t think she wants me the same way.
Find out, the beast snarls.
No, it’s wrong. So wrong.
My hand trails down my stomach before pushing under my waistband, pressing into me. My breath catches as arousal beats to the rhythm of my thumping heart. My finger dips, collecting the wetness building between my legs, spreading it upward to my clit. I circle my finger, working myself up.
This is so bad. I shouldn’t be doing this.
But I don’t stop.
Instead, I pick up speed, letting myself succumb to the pleasure while Kate is fast asleep next to me. She doesn’t need to know this; this is better than the alternative.
My eyes wander to her hair, as beautiful as a flame, and I work myself harder, faster, arousal climbing quickly. I picture what I’d do to her, what positions I’d put her in. How I’d take her, over and over, until she’s a shaking, sobbing mess underneath me.
I’m so caught up in my pleasure that I nearly jump out of my skin when Kate sighs and turns over to face me. My hand stills, eyes wide as I realize she’s caught me.
But her eyes are peacefully closed, her lips parted. Still blissfully asleep.
I hold in my relieved sigh as I work myself up again, circling my clit roughly. My eyes track over her face, her features soft in sleep. Her light eyelashes brush against her cheeks. What I wouldn’t do to see those forest eyes roll back in pleasure.
Release starts to gather in my body, ready to whisk me away. I fight the urge, not wanting this to end, but it feels too good—I don’t stop as my orgasm crests.
I clamp my other hand over my mouth to stop any noises from coming out, from waking Kate up and exposing me for what I’ve done. My eyes don’t stray, still locked on her gentle face as I ride the wave.
Once I settle, my body feels more relaxed, and the beast is silent. Satisfied.
For now.