Page 42 of Her Athlete's Wedding Secret
She opened the door, and her eyes widened at the sight of him standing there without his shirt on. She was still in her wedding dress. “I can’t get the zipper down. Can you help me?” She turned around so her back was facing him.
Good heavens, this woman was going to be the death of him. He cleared his throat. “Sure.” He reached out and found the zipper at the top of the dress. His breath caught, and his heart pounded as he pulled it down. Her creamy skin appeared as he went, and he clenched his teeth. “There you go,” he said when he reached the bottom.
She turned back around to face him. “Thank you.” She held the dress up against her like she was afraid it was going to fall off right in front of him. Her eyes landed on his chest, and her cheeks turned red. “I’ll just be a minute.” She closed the door.
He leaned against the wall and let out the breath he’d been holding. He had no idea how he was going to get through this night.
When she got out, he’d already changed into a t-shirt and athletic shorts. She hung up the wedding dress on one of the hangers next to his suit.
She climbed into the bed, and he grabbed an extra blanket and pillow he found on a shelf in the closet. He set them on the floor and settled down. She clicked off the light.
“I can’t sleep here knowing that you have to be on the floor,” Tessa said into the darkness. “Come get in bed with me, but keep your hands to yourself.”
Benson got up from the floor and gently lifted the covers on the empty side of the bed. He climbed inside, careful to stay on his side of the bed, leaving plenty of room in the middle. It was easier to do in a king bed. There was still a good bit of distance between them.
“Good night, Benson,” Tessa said.
“Good night.”
