Page 19 of Cru's Crush
“There are shirts in the drawer if you need something to sleep in.”
“I’m good. I’m more comfortable not wearing anything to bed.”
I swallowed the groan that came so close to escaping my lips. “Uh, good night, then.” I backed out of the room and was about to close the door when I heard Daphne say my name.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for everything.”
I nodded once. “You’re welcome. Anything else?”
“Should I meet you at the main house in the morning?”
“I’ll come back.”
She cocked her head but didn’t say anything, so I closed the door.
While I’d told her I’d sleep there, I had no intention of doing so. If I had my way, Daphne and I would sleep under the same roof, even if not in the same bed, for as long as she’d allow it. Frankly, I’d prefer to never let her out of my sight.
When I wokethe next morning, my body ached from sleeping on the small sofa and my cock wasrock-hard from dreaming about Daphne naked in my bed. And instead of where I was now, in my fantasies, I was with her.
“Cru?”
I jumped when I heard her say my name, then shifted to an upright position while also attempting to keep the lower half of my body covered by the blanket.
“Good morning,” I said, scrubbing my face with my hand.
“I thought you were staying at your mum’s.”
“Changed my mind.” I glanced over and saw her in one of my sweatshirts. It hung down almost to her knees. Could my imagination have given me a break rather than conjuring the image of her naked beneath it? Then, naturally, picturing her bare pussy. Not that I knew, or would ever know, if she kept it that way. I grabbed a pillow and put it on my lap.
“You’re a coffee drinker, right?” she asked.
“Yeah. If you give me a minute, I can make some.”
“I’ll do it. Where do you keep everything?”
“Beans are in the cabinet above.”
When she opened it and reached up to grab the bag, the sweatshirt rose with her, almost to the top of herthighs. A gentleman might have looked away. Clearly, I wasn’t one.
“This place is set up for a tall person,” she grumbled. “Can you help?”
“Uh, sure.” I really had no fucking idea what I’d do now. There was literally no way for me to hide my raging hard-on. So I stood up, and when I did, Daphne’s eyes went straight to the tent in my sweatpants. Rather than look away, shedidn’t.
With the most confident swagger I could muster, I joined her in the kitchen, stood right beside her, reached up, and grabbed the coffee beans. I turned to face her, but her eyes were still riveted to just below my waist.
“If you keep staring at it, it’ll probably get bigger.”
Her eyes opened wide, and when she finally looked up at me, we both laughed.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” She giggled. “Quite impressive, Cru.”
“I call it morning wood.”
She giggled some more.
“Keep laughing at it, and it will go away.”
