Chapter 12
Cooper
The next morning,when I wake up, she’s curled up next to me. Her ass is snuggled up against my hips like this is how we always sleep. I can’t take it this early in the morning. I slowly ease my way out from next to her, doing my best not to tug on the covers or move the mattress as I leave, and praying she doesn’t wake up and see how hard I am from the way she felt against me. I’m like a fucking teenage boy around her, and it’s embarrassing.
She stirs a little as I move away, turning over to her back and making a soft sound that’s sending even more blood pooling south. Even worse, her shirt rides up with the movement, and the lace bra she has on is incredibly sheer. Her pale pink nipples bead up from the cool morning air, and I feel like I’m being tortured—by a sleeping woman who has zero idea how much of a hold she has on me.
I don’t even need to glance down to know I’m hard enough to be showing through the shorts I have on. I need to get the fuck out of here if I don’t want her to have a rude awakening. As I round the bed, she wakes up, and I’m just thankful I’ve made it to the door of my bathroom and can use it like a shield.
“Sorry, Trix. Did I wake you up?”
“No.” She blinks, her eyes searching for me as she starts to open them fully, and her brow furrows when she finds me behind the door of the bathroom that I’ve left partially open.
“I’m just gonna get ready. You can stay in bed if you want.” I try not to let my eyes wander. Mercifully, like she’s suddenly aware of her state, she looks and tugs her shirt down hard. Her cheeks pink, and she sits up.
“I should get ready too. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sleep this late. I’ll get out of your hair.” She rushes out of the bed like it’s just turned to lava, and I’m glad I woke up first so she didn’t find out how close we actually were for half the night.
“You’re fine. You need the rest. “ I shake my head.
“Well… Thank you for letting me sleep in here after everything last night. I’m sorry again about all of that. I’ll meet you in the kitchen. I can cook something. Maybe eggs? Or toast?” She’s rambling in an effort to distract me from her wardrobe malfunction. I just want to let her go so her misery isn’t prolonged and I can end mine.
“That sounds good. Whatever you want. Have at it.” Because there’s only one thing I want right now, and judging by her current reaction, I have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting it.
“Thank you. See you out there.” She gives me a quick nod and then hurries out the bedroom door, shutting it behind her.
I turn on the shower to let the water heat and strip out of my clothes. I can’t remember the last time I was that turned on just by a hint of nudity. These days, I’m so bored and jaded, it usually takes a hell of a lot more than that to get me anywhere close to interested. But she has that kind of hold on me. The temptation of being so close I could actually touch her. The luck of having her in my bed, but for all the wrong reasons, even if I loved being the one who could make her feel safe. The touch of huskiness to her voice when she spoke is just enough to send me over the edge.
I can’t go out to have breakfast with her like this. Getting hard at every little thing she does or says. I need to take the fucking edge off. But the guilt is there when I wrap my hand around my cock and start to stroke, imagining I’m peeling the rest of her clothes off and laving my tongue over her nipples before I move lower and sink my face between her pretty thighs.