Page 38 of Tear Me to Pieces
Simon’s gaze darkens as it coasts over me. “If you’re sure you don’t mind.”
I shake my head, the movement jerky enough to give me away a second time. “I don’t mind.”
I sound breathless because I am. Anticipation and excitement have my lungs struggling to function.
“Okay.” Simon drags the word out, like he’s not convinced.
That’s probably my fault. I haven’t exactly done a great job of showing him I’m in a good place and ready to break out of the box I accidentally put myself in.
I start to fidget as he disappears back into the bathroom. I know—despite what happened earlier—this isn’t a romantic sort of sleeping together. Not even a sexual one. Simon is only here out of necessity.
Tonight.
But would it be so bad if he continued staying here for other—more sexual—reasons? I’m going to give it a solid no. It wouldn’t be bad at all.
I’m so caught up in thoughts of having Simon in my bed for more than just protective reasons, that I jump a little when the door to the bathroom opens again. For a second time, I take in all his glory. There’s not much more of him exposed now than there was in the towel, but the thick terry cloth went a long way at disguising what was beneath it.
His fitted, cotton boxer briefs do not. My eyes zero in on the substantial bulge in the front of his underwear. The dark fabric clings enough that I can make out the full scope of what I’m dealing with.
And it is for sure way more than I’m used to negotiating.
My pussy clenches at the thought of what all that girth and length would feel like filling me up. The way it would stretch me.
The way it could obliterate any trace of previous visitors to the area.
“Lights off?” Simon lifts his brows at me, but the hint of a smirk on his lips makes me think he knows exactly where I’m looking and exactly what I’m thinking.
“Yeah. Yup.” I grip the blankets tight as he flips off the overhead, rounds the bed, and slides into place next to me.
I invested a decent amount of money in my mattress, so it barely shifts under his weight as he gets comfortable. I almost bought the next size up—because I’m the freaking king of this castle—but I’m so glad I didn’t. Because the limited amount of space means there’s not much room between us.
Wiggling my way down until my head hits the pillow, I roll to face Simon. “Comfortable?”
“I am.” His eyes come my way. “You?”
I nod, head shifting against the soft cotton beneath my cheek. Rubbing my lips together, I resist the urge to shift closer. “Thank you for staying here with me. I probably would have a hard time sleeping otherwise.”
Simon’s full focus comes to my face, his expression calm but deadly serious. “I won’t let anyone else hurt you, My.” His gaze dips to my mouth before coming back to meet mine. “No one.”
Even though I got off less than an hour ago, all the nerve endings in my body light up, firing direct shots to my clit at the deep, rough sound of his voice. At the honesty in his words.
Simon has always protected me. It was literally the first thing he ever did. It’s what started my whole infatuation with him. He was the first man who genuinely wanted to keep me safe. Put his own life on the line to protect me and asked nothing in return.
If that doesn’t make a girl want to drop her panties, I don’t know what would.
He reaches for me, the rough fingers of one hand moving my hair out of my face. “Close your eyes and go to sleep. You’ve had a long day.”
I nod, and as I’m becoming in the habit of doing, I follow his directions. Let my lids slide closed even though I’m positive it’s going to be difficult for me to...
I jolt awake,eyes flying open. The room is still dark around me, and it takes me a few seconds to orient myself. Not with where I am, but with what’s going on.
And who’s right next to me.
“Shh.” Simon’s voice is soft, but his whole body is strung tight and alert. “Stay put.”
I nod, swallowing hard when Simon slides out of bed, his steps silent as he leaves the room. Pulling the blankets higher, I burrow into them. They won’t protect me from much of anything, but the added coverage makes me feel better.
So does the scent of Simon clinging to the cotton. I breathe deep, nerves biting at my insides as I strain to hear any sign of what’s going on. Of what it was that woke us both up.
