Page 42 of Once Upon A Player
“Better?” I drop the flower chain on the worktop and then grip the edge of it so I’m not tempted to pull her back in my arms.
“Mm, much.” She’s gazing at me as though I’m the only guy in her world, but her eyelashes keep fluttering, as though she’s on the point of falling asleep standing up. “I’m finally going to see your bedroom tonight, Lucas.”
And I won’t be in there with you.How many times have I wanted her to see my bedroom? Talk about being specific when you make wishes.
“Yep, you are.”
“It’s beenso longsince I’ve done anything like this.” She hooks her fingers into my belt, and while that’s usually a sexually provocative move, I have the feeling she’s doing it more to keep herself upright than anything else.
“Okay,” I respond to her comment, because what am I supposed to say? I don’t want to know about her sex life with that creep. “Bed, then?”
She sinks against me, her fingers wedged beneath my belt.So near, and yet so far.I swallow a groan and focus on…fuck, I have no idea what to focus on, when right now Violet fills my entire universe.
“I thought you werenevergoing to ask.”
This is torture in its purest form. She’s saying and doing everything I’ve fantasized about, and I can’t do a damn thing about it.
“Right.” I swing her into my arms, and she gives a breathless laugh and buries her face against my neck. Did I really think carrying her was a better idea than walking?
Yeah, sure. But not for any altruistic reasons.
Her breath is hot and uneven against my skin, and I grit my teeth against temptation. She drifts feather soft kisses along my throat, and her fingers trail across my jaw. I can’t even remember my own bloody name.
I don’t switch on the lights when I enter my room. It’ll be hard enough leaving when I can only see her outline in my bed, but unfortunately the light spilling in from the hallway gives more than enough illumination. Somehow, I manage to rip back the covers enough so that I can lay her down. She stretches like a contented cat, and her gorgeous tits almost spill free from her tight dress.
Jesus. I break into a sweat and take a hasty step back.
“Lucas.” It’s a soft, seductive invitation, and my mouth dries.Get out of here.
“Yes?” Maybe she needs some water. Or the bathroom.
Maybe she needs me.
That’s not fucking happening.
“Where’re you going?” She sounds so sleepy it makes my chest ache.
“Just, uh, into the kitchen.”To put my head in a bucket of cold water.
“Don’t be long.”
“I won’t.” I linger by the door, as she curls onto her side. After a minute or so, when she hasn’t moved, I risk checking up on her.
Her breathing is even, her body relaxed. She had no problem falling asleep.
Holding my breath, in case I accidentally wake her, I carefully drape a sheet over her. Her hair is spread across my pillows, her cheek is cushioned on her hand, and she’s so damn beautiful it’s hard to breathe.
Although I haven’t brought a girl back here, as I haven’t wanted anyone else from the day I met Violet, plenty of girls have slept in my bed, and not once have I ever left them alone in it.
Sure, I could sleep next to her without touching her. It’d kill me, but I could do it. Except I don’t think she’d ever forgive me. It’s like taking advantage, even though all I’d do is breathe in her scent and share body heat.
Because I’m clearly a masochist when it comes to Violet, I stealthily crouch beside her, and brush a soft kiss on her cheek. She doesn’t ever stir.
Just leave, already.
It’s gonna be a long night.
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