Page 76 of Live for Me

Memphis

She’s in good hands. Lose this number.

And I sent him our picture.

I suddenly wished I’d waited another few minutes to take that picture because Memphis squirmed the rest of the way against my body right after that. Her arm went all the way across my waist and a very long, thin leg landed directly between both of mine.

Some grumbly animal noise came out of me at the feel of so much of her skin against mine. The hand that she had across my body started to shift and moved across the waistband of my shorts. I snatched her wrist up as quickly as I could move and held it off my body.

“Angel.”

I couldn’t see her face very well with the way she was lying on me, but her body started to squirm before she groaned. Then she froze completely. I assumed because she opened her eyes and realized she was on top of a half-naked man.

“You’re welcome to stay right there as long as you like, Memphis. I’m happy to just lie here all day, but if you keep using this hand that way, somethingsare going to happen inside my shorts, and I feel like you’re probably not going to be up for finishing what you’d be starting.”

She launched herself away from me after that. She nearly fell right off the bed while she scurried to the edge furthest away from me. As soon as she was still, she looked down the front of herself and I watched her panic while she tried to figure out how to cover every inch of her skin that was on display with only two tiny hands. I forced myself not to laugh because she was noticeablyveryuncomfortable. I got up to grab the flannel that hung from the back of my desk chair. I took it to where she was still trying to force herself to disappear into thin air at the edge of the bed and stood behind her to wrap the flannel around her. I kissed the top of her head, and she looked up at me over her shoulder while she tried to pull my shirt around her as tight as she could get it.

And she sucked all the air right out of the room.

She was terribly hungover—that much was obvious. She definitely didn’t feel well. She looked wildly confused and even a little frightened. There was absolutely no chance that she was going to want sex right now. Every piece of my brain knew that, but making my dick understand that was a different battle.

She was fucking remarkable like this. She was usually put together so well, so in control of everything. But right now, her hair was everywhere. The makeup that had been so flawlessly applied last night was smeared and smudged. We hadn’t actually done a damn thing in this bed, and she looked like she’d spent the entire night with her face in my pillow while I rammed my way right into her soul by way of her pussy. My dick was beyond pissed that he hadn’t been the cause of this look and he wanted very much to remedy that. Immediately.

“You don’t have to look at me like that, sweetheart.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like you’re afraid of me just because you don’t remember what happened last night.”

When she shifted so she could face me and scoot back to put a little distance between us, I put my knee up on the bed and leaned toward her to prevent it.

“I won’t hurt you,” I said and put my hands on either side of her face while she panicked about how close I was. “Not until you ask me to, angel.”

I expected her to slap me. Or, at the very least, drop all the way back onto that bed to try to roll away and then run for it. Instead, when I pressed my mouth to hers, she raised up to her knees to kiss me right back harder. I pulled back just to look at her again and her eyes fell down to where her fingers were digging into my chest. She smirked, tried real fucking hard not to giggle, and then pressed into my skin to rake her nails down the front of my chest the rest of the way.

“So, these are—um. These are nice,” she said and looked back up at my face. “Utah, did—did we—last night?—”

“You professed your undying and all-consuming love for me before you asked me to marry you.”

She stared at me like a single sentence had never confused her more in her entire life.

“Well, you called me a dick a couple times and kissed me, so I dry humped you against my truck for a few minutes. But you know, basically the same thing.”

She laughed and dropped her head down until her forehead was against my chest.

“We didn’t have sex. You wanted it. You wanted me. You begged. I turned you down. Several times,” I said and put my arms around her to squeeze her the rest of the way against me.

“You really are a dick,” she said and giggled again. “Listen, I don’t want you to think this is any indication of how I feel about the images that you just put in my mind, but I very much need to go throw up likerightnow.”

I let go of her and got right the fuck out of her way for her to escape and run for the bathroom down the hall. I took the opportunity of her absence to get dressed myself.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

memphis

How little I remembered of the night was both embarrassing and startling.

I threw up nothing for several painful minutes of dry heaving.

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