Page 55 of Obligation
Finally, her eyes popped open, and she peered down at Bradley. His gray-blue eyes were stormy, swirling with a sexual desire that was for her and her alone. Her legs were stretched wide across his waist, her thighs sore from the position, and her clit pulsed against his very hard and very real erection.
Yelping, she scrambled off him, scooted all the way to opposite side of the bed, and clutched the blankets to her chin, as if that would erase everything that just happened between them. What the hellhadhappened between them? Last thing she remembered was falling asleep.
“Well,” he said, easing up to a sitting position. “That great for the ego.” He rubbed a hand over his face.
“I’m so sorry.” She covered her face with the blanket, but nothing could shield her from the embarrassment currently tearing its way through her. “I don’t know what happened. I thought I was dreaming.”
Bradley laughed, then gently tugged the blanket away from her face. “You were having sex dreams about me?”
“Oh my God.” She groaned, a fresh wave of humiliation setting her cheeks ablaze.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said with that lazy one-shoulder shrug she found so undeniably sexy. “I was totally having sex dreams about you, too. I didn’t act mine out, though. Not that I’m complaining.”
“I hate you so much right now.” Laughing, she sank down onto the mattress and hid beneath the blankets.
“I mean, if you want to finish what you started… who am I to stop you from living out your ultimate fantasy.”
His tone was full of humor, but she knew he wasn’t really joking. If she told him she wanted to have sex, he’d be a very willing participant. No questions asked.
“Bradley?” she mumbled, refusing to show her face.
“Yes?”
“For the sake of what little humility I have left, will you please stop talking?”
He laughed again, the sound setting off a whole new host of emotions she didn’t want to explore. But she couldn’t shake the feel of him beneath her, of how hard he’d been. How big. She let out an involuntary groan.
A second later, the blanket lifted, and then Bradley was hiding under the covers with her. His handsome face was filled with sympathy. Despite his teasing, his expression told her that he knew he’d gone far enough, and now he was all seriousness.
“You said you were going to leave as soon as I fell asleep,” she said.
“I swear I was going to. I had every intention of sleeping on the couch, but I must’ve fallen asleep in here.” He tucked his hands beneath the side of his face and stared at her with the utmost sincerity. “Next thing I know, you’re climbing on to take a little ride.”
“Oh, my God!” she shrieked and smacked his chest. “This isn’t funny. I just sexually assaulted you in my sleep.”
But he laughed, long and hard. “C’mon, Carissa. Relax. We both know I wanted that as much as you did. Still do.”
Unable to stop herself, her gaze dropped to his crotch. Sure enough, the front of his sweats were tented, his cock still as hard as it had been moments ago. Her face heated, and she snapped her focus back up to his face—his smirking, knowing, sexy face that she wanted to kiss so badly right now.
“It’s still not funny,” she grumbled. But some of the tension was easing from her body, and she slowly began to relax her muscles.
“It’s a little funny.” He held his thumb and forefinger close together but not touching.
His eyes sparkled, the sight damn near convincing her to throw away all rational thought. To forget that she had a boyfriend at home. To forget that she and Bradley were only friends. To forgot whatever consequences she’d have to face if she gave in to her urges.
“Okay, maybe it’s a little funny,” she conceded. “But that doesn’t mean what I did was okay.”
“You’re right.” He nodded, his expression suddenly somber. “It wasn’t okay. It was fantastic. My God, Carissa.” He brushed the back of his hand along the side of her cheek. “I have never been so turned on in my life.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. Her ability to speak packed up and left, and all she could do was stare into his gorgeous eyes. A girl could really get lost in those eyes. Hell, she was lost in his eyes. Drowning and gasping for air, for something solid to latch onto until she could regain her senses.
“I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone in my life.” He gave a short, self-deprecating laugh. “But I get why you don’t feel the same way about me.”
Carissa sighed. “That’s the problem, Bradley. I do feel that way about you. I mean. Hello. I was acting out my sex dream on you. What more proof do you need that I’m attracted to you?”
His smile was so damn cocky, and normally that might irritate her, but right now, everything he said and did only ratcheted her hunger for him—a hunger that was going to consume her if she didn’t do something about it soon.
Slowly, she eased the blankets from their heads, and she inhaled a deep lungful of cool air. “I don’t want to be like Danny,” she whispered. “He may be an asshole and a cheater, but I’m not. I want to be better than that.”
