Page 36 of Feels Like Love
“Please.” I scooched toward the edge. “I even made space for you.”
He chuckled. “Um, Wren. I think you’ve forgotten how big I am.”
“It’s fine.” I yawned. “We’ll fit.”
He sighed but did as I asked, lying down behind me. We were so close, and he was so warm. And suddenly, I wasn’t nearly so tired.
He kept shifting, and if he didn’t stop, I was going to end up on the floor. I could tell he wasn’t comfortable, so I reached behind me and draped his arm over my waist.
“There.” It was perfect.
I snuggled against him, remembering a time when he’d carried me as a child. I’d hurt my knee, skinned it on a rock while we’d been playing down at the creek. I had been crying, but he’d soothed me. He’d made me feel safe, just as he was now.
“Thank you, Bennett.”
He leaned in, his lips grazing my ear. “Anything for you, little bird.”
I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face and thoughts of Bennett filling my dreams.
Chapter Nine
Istilled, my arm draped over Wren’s side. Her back cradled to my chest. My nose in the crook of her neck.
Her breathing had evened out, but there was no way I could sleep. Not with her body pressed to mine, her ass nudging against my dick.Skull. Orbital. Lower maxillary.I closed my eyes and tried to do a mental scan of a dog’s skeleton in an attempt to get my dick to calm down.
But with every hit of her perfume, I lost my train of thought and had to start over. I was currently on my fifth attempt to recite all the bones. Meanwhile, Wren was completely oblivious.
I wanted her. And she had no idea how incredibly sexy she was.
I was in love with her. And she didn’t have a fucking clue.
I had to make sure it stayed that way. She could never know, and I could never have her.
I’d thought I could resist the temptation, but I’d been wrong. I’d known living with Wren would be difficult, but I hadn’t imagined just how hard it would be. How hardIwould be.Allthe fucking time.
It didn’t matter whether she was wearing a floral-print skirt or a graphic tee and joggers or… I bit the inside of my cheek. Those sexy-as-fuck pajamas she had on tonight. It didn’t matter whether her makeup was done or her hair was in a messy bun; she was gorgeous.
She was also Liam’s sister.
What the fuck am I doing?Cuddling on the couch? Holding her in her sleep? Coaching her in dating?
I tried to steady my breathing and remain still, even as I squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’d failed at avoiding Wren. And as hard as I tried to justify my actions as those of a well-meaning friend, I knew that was a lie. Even so, I couldn’t bring myself to move. The woman I loved was in my arms, and nothing had ever felt so right.
The longer I stayed, the more relaxed I grew. Until finally, I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. As always, when it came to Wren, I was completely under her spell.
* * *
The smellof coffee infiltrated my nose, noises in the kitchen bringing me back into consciousness. I cracked open one eye and realized that I was still on the couch. But now I was alone. As much as I wished Wren were still in my arms, I told myself it was a good thing.
“Good morning,” she called from the kitchen.
She was still wearing those damn pajamas. I’d had dreams of her in those pajamas. Exploring her body through the silky material. Hard nipples. Wetness seeping through from her pussy. Undressing her slowly, discovering all her secrets.
She busied herself with something. I pushed off the couch and ran a hand through my hair. God, I needed a shower. And a toothbrush. And some kind of release.
“Coffee?” she asked, holding up a mug.
