Chapter Seventeen
Waverly
Is it possible to wake up embarrassed? As soon as my eyes open, the memory of last night comes back to me in haunting technicolor, with my cheeks leading the color spectrum with bright red.
And this morning…I wake up next to the man, but that’s not the worst of it; the worst thing is that I’ve wrapped myself around him in such a way that I'm not sure I can get out of this without even more freakin’ embarrassment.
My face is on his chest, my leg thrown over his leg, and his hand is splayed out on my bare thigh.
His touch is so warm it’s almost like he’s burned my skin with the palm of his hand, and my sleep shorts aren’t offering any protection whatsoever.
They’ve ridden up so much my whole butt might as well be hanging out.
I wiggle around just enough to realize his other hand is also on bare flesh because my sleep tank has betrayed me as well and migrated to places it wasn’t designed to go.
How the fuck am I going to make my exit if I can’t find a way to escape his arms?
And I have to escape. There is no way I can stay here until he wakes up, not knowing what we did last night and how I completely… and with Sadie so freakin’ close.
Ugh! What the hell is wrong with me? Why would I let someone do…
what Memphis did to me? I don’t even really know him.
How the hell am I supposed to figure out if he does this with every girl he meets?
Just because I like his sister doesn’t mean I should automatically trust him. That would be stupid.
My mind is so jumbled and twisted up in questions that I don’t realize that he’s awake until his voice vibrates through me.
“Baby, if you think any louder, you’re gonna start screaming.”
Oh shit!
My head tilts back to find midnight blue eyes staring at me. “Wh…what?”
He tightens his hold on me and pulls me until I am fully straddling him.
When I try to jerk back so I can sit up, he stops me, putting one of his hands in the center of my back and the other one holding my butt -my bare butt.
My legs are now on either side of his hips, and every inch of his warm, hard body is pressed up against mine.
“I can tell you woke up overthinking last night.”
Oh my God! He’s mentioning last night.
Yeah, it’s fucking embarrassing that I let him make me cum in the hallway with just his leg, and it’s embarrassing I let him cop a feel or two, or that he’s gone further with me than I went with myself.
What’s really killing me, what really making me mad, is the fact he realized I was a freakin’ virgin.
The way he just dropped the fact he knew so cavalierly like it meant nothing to him, like that’s what does it for him because he has some fetish or kink really upsets me.
Or maybe it wasn’t so much a kink at all but his way of saying I’m not any good at this stuff. Either is…reason enough to run.
He sits up but doesn’t let me go. I fight to keep my attention on anything else but his bare chest. Was he bare-chested last night when he slid in beside me and wrapped his arms around me?
I didn’t think I would be able to sleep like that, but I drifted off and stayed asleep all night long.
I think he had a shirt on when I went to bed.
“Okay, sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong? What’s on your mind?”
“What’s wrong?” God damn it, he’s pissing me off.
“You mean besides the fact men are trying to kill me, that I’m being hunted like fucking Bugs Bunny during rabbit season?
Or maybe you mean the fact I can’t wash my own fucking hair because of my wrist, and part of my memory is gone?
It’s just fucking gone! Or is it the fact I… ,”
I stop and take a deeper breath. Why is shit so unfair? Why couldn’t I find something gentle and sweet?
“Or how about the fact I am apparently a hair trigger, and it only takes a well-placed thigh to get me off because I have no idea what I’m doing?
Or the fact that, apparently, I do it so badly I have to be a fucking virgin who doesn’t know anything because otherwise I’m just really pathetic?
Or maybe it’s the fact I gave away my first kiss, my first touch, my first…
to someone it didn’t even matter to because they’re so used to women throwing themselves at them that it doesn’t even mean anything?
Or do you mean…” My rant ends on a shocked little yelp as he flips us, and I end up under him.
This position really drives home the fact that my legs are spread around him.
“Okay, first, it’s sexy as fucking hell you got off on nothing but my knee.
You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Secondly, I do not have women throwing themselves at me…
,” I open my mouth to interrupt, but he stops me, which really annoys me, “Let me finish, baby. Even if the whole damned female population did hit on me, that doesn’t mean I have to fall in bed with any of them.
Even if someone was right in front of me stripping naked, it wouldn’t fucking matter or do a thing for me… if you were in the room.”
That’s…a really good answer. Damn it.
“And as far as you giving your firsts to a man who doesn’t fucking care,” he takes my chin in his hand and turns my head so he can whisper in my ear, “I would burn cities for you, baby girl. Turn my back on my badge and murder for you and all you’d ever have to do is ask.
And for that matter, your firsts are mine! ”
He pulls back but doesn’t let my face go. Our eyes meet, and his have become stormy and wild.
“Every one of your firsts belongs to me, baby, because you belong to me. Mine to hold, to take care of, to protect, so yeah, it fucking matters. It matters more than anything else in my life before or after.”
“What happens when you don’t have to protect me anymore? What then? You just take everything and leave?”
He chuckles, “I’ll always protect you, baby.
Long after we catch the two jackasses who did this, long after that wrist heals and long after you get your memories back.
You’re stuck with me! And you weren’t alone last night.
I came too. All down my fucking leg like a fucking overexcited teenager with his first woman. ”
I can’t hold the gasp in that comes at his words. He…he came too.
“I might not be as innocent as you are, but you have a lot of my firsts too.” He swivels his hips against me.
“Feel what you do to me with that sinful little body and those innocent eyes that burn me everywhere they touch? Do you realize how hard it is to keep my dick down when you are anywhere in the room?”
I can’t stop my hips from rising to meet his as he keeps pushing his dick into the vee of my legs. I’ve never been so…spread open before. It’s a foreign experience. Memphis is a foreign experience, and now he’s telling me he feels the same way I do.
“Hmm, those hips of yours are speaking to me.”
My face heats as a blush spreads across it. Damned hips. I guess the song about them not lying was right after all.
“They’re telling me you need something, baby.”
“They are?” I couldn’t tell if what he says is right because I’m too lost in his bedroom voice. They’re speaking to me, whispering sinful secrets that would tempt a nun, and I have never been confused for a nun. I dressed up in a sexy nun outfit once, but there was still no confusion.
“They say you want to cum.”
My breath kicks up, and my tongue comes out to lick my dry lips. His eyes follow the movement, and a hungry glint comes into them. “And I’m always going to give my girl what she needs.”
Oh God!