Page 46 of Light of Day
I’m not sure this is a good idea, she’d said. He should take that seriously. On the other hand, he’d love to talk her out of it.
“That’s Izzy’s room.” He waved at the second bedroom, which was painted Izzy’s favorite color, a grape Kool-Aid shade of purple. “You’re welcome to stay there if you want. The bed’s already made up with fresh sheets.”
She paused outside Izzy’s door, taking in the two single beds and extensive collection of stuffed animals. “Those beds don’t look king-sized to me.”
“If you need king-sized, there’s only one choice.” He guided her to the corner room, his room, with the bed positioned with views in two directions—the bay and the woods that stretched from here to the point. At this time of night, there was nothing but darkness beyond those windows, but if she was here at daylight…
“You can stay here and I can stay in Izzy’s room,” he told her as he drew the curtains. “I don’t want you to feel?—”
He broke off as she stepped toward him. The light in her eyes made his breath catch. “Feel what?” she murmured.
“Um…I want you to feel…wanted. But not cornered.”
She took both of his hands in hers and gazed up at him. “How about we just lie down for a minute? We can see how things go from there.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Unfortunately—or fortunately, who knew—things went a whole different direction from there. As soon as he stretched out on top of the covers, he felt his eyelids go heavy with exhaustion. “Come…next…to me…” he mumbled as sleep closed in. The last thing he was aware of was her warm form snuggling next to him.
When he woke up an hour or so later, he discovered that Heather had draped an extra blanket over him. She herself was under the covers, fast asleep, her body curled toward him. All the lights had been turned off. He padded into the bathroom to take a leak and pop an aspirin for his cut, which was throbbing.
Back at his bedside, he hesitated, wondering if Heather was still fully dressed under there, or completely naked. In the end, he stripped down to his underwear and slid under the covers. Still asleep, she nestled close to him, at which point he knew she definitely wasn’t fully dressed. Bare legs tangled against his, her skin warm from sleep.
It took a good twenty minutes or so for him to wrestle his immediate erection back under control.
But all that hard work was for nothing, because when he woke up, dawn light seeping through the edges of his curtains, Heather was stroking his arm and whispering to him. And just like that, his damn penis turned into a freaking tentpole.
He forced himself to focus on what she was saying. “I think someone’s outside,” she said again.
“What?” He sat bolt upright, blinking the fog from his brain.
“Hear that?” She sat up too, and he saw she was wearing nothing but a sky-blue bra and panties. He devoured the sight of her bare skin, with its scattering of gold dust freckles, luminous in the dim morning light. That tentpole wasn’t going anywhere.
He listened hard, but didn’t hear anything.
“I swear I heard a sound, like someone stumbling around out there.”
“Could have been a deer. We’ve had more than usual lately. Population boom. It’s a real problem. The island association is working on it.” God, what was he babbling about? If only that erection would go down, maybe he could start making sense.
“I guess…” she said dubiously.
They both listened, but he heard nothing, and neither did she. “Maybe it’s gone. Sorry I woke you for nothing.”
“No, you did the right thing. What time is it?”
“It’s still early. You can get more sleep. Seems like you need it. You were dead to the world. Do you know how long I’ve been trying to wake you up? I was about to get desperate.”
“And do what?” He stretched back down beside her.
“Oh…maybe something like this.” She hooked one leg over his thighs. Her knee brushed against his erection, which hardened even further. Damn it. “Or this.”
She pulled herself up so she was straddling his thighs. Her breasts swelled over the edge of her bra. He skimmed his two thumbs across those curves of flesh. She sighed and leaned over him like a cat about to lick some cream.
He ran his hands down the smooth length of her back, shaping her waist and the flare of her hips, until he landed on her ass. He slipped his fingers under the panties and felt her silky tender, plump flesh. Gripping her rear, he shifted her body so her breasts came over his mouth. Using his tongue and teeth, he tugged the fabric of her bra away from her nipples. Stiffening flesh against the flat of his tongue—divinely maddening. He twirled the point of his tongue around one erect nipple, leaving it wet and red with arousal.
She was sighing and moving over him, hips in a slow grind. Every time her warm belly brushed against his cock, he gritted his teeth at the excruciating sensation. He wanted to be deep inside her, balls deep, he wanted to flip her over and pin her to the mattress, he wanted to?—
A noise interrupted that spectacular sexual fantasy. He froze. Heather did too, her head up, hair tumbling over her shoulders, nipples exposed. A visual that he’d probably never get out of his head.
