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And when he climbed into bed next to me, I battened down for the longest night of my life.
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REMY
It was the longest night of my life.
Neither of us spoke, not one single word. A thousand thoughts went through my head, but I was afraid that if I said even one of them, I’d kiss her and then fuck her, and then where would I be? I’d have lost the bet, for one, and I wasn’t about to be the consolation prize because she couldn’t have Henry.
She fell asleep first, the time marked by the slowing of her breath. I could feel her in bed next to me like a phantom limb. I could have drawn the shape of her body there in the dark because every cell was staring at her, pointing at her, reaching for her. And so I was up until the dead of night when the rain stopped and the room was quiet except for the sound of her measured breath.
After a fitful sleep, I woke before the sun was out, the room still cast in shades of purple. At some point, she’d shoved a pillow between our junk, and thank God. Because Lady Jessamine Hastings and I were tangled up in each other like a bowl of naked spaghetti.
Yeah, I was glad for the junk pillow. But that meant there was no boob pillow.
Her breasts were pressed to my chest with nothing between us but the thin fabric of her top, her ribs expanding and contracting in the circle of my arms. And beneath the junk pillow, my naked cock was so sensitized that when Jessa’s leg shifted the pillow a millimeter, I jerked my hips back from the shock.
She had invaded my senses, from the feel of her glorious fucking body to the sweet smell of her hair. The silky softness of her skin against mine, the sound of her sighing when she shifted again. An inch, and I could kiss her. A solid flex, and I could fuck her. Heat tingled up my neck, through my chest—I had to get out of this bed before I came into my pillow like a teenager.
Carefully, I moved, and without waking she rolled over to face the window and tucked her hand under her head, sighing again.
My breath came heavy and thick as I climbed out of bed in inches. The second I was free, I rushed silently to the bathroom, turning on the shower for cover. I didn’t know if I could control myself well enough to keep quiet—my cock was already in my hand, the weeping tip slicking my crown. I spit into my hand and sank into my fist, the smell of her on me. In me. My eyes slammed shut, my hand on the counter and feet apart, head bowed in prayer to the girl in my fucking bed who just might be my undoing. Her panties in my nightstand. The sight of her pussy, close enough to touch. I opened my eyes to watch my cock disappear, shining, into my fist at the thought of her bare ass in my clenched hand, spreading her to give my tongue access to that hot fucking slit, and that was it. I came, shuddering, into a towel that I wished was her cunt.
For a long while, I stood there panting like an animal. I was like a fucking kid for all I could control myself. When it came to her, I was a mess in a hand towel waiting to happen.
When my pulse dropped out of the red, I cleaned up, taking the filthy towel with me to the laundry room where thankfully I had clothes in the dryer. Brooding, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and put on my boots, heading outside to find something to do with my hands that didn’t involve my cock.
Fortunately, there was plenty to do.
The yard was trashed from the storm, branches and leaves strewn all over the grass. After picking up the bulk of it and tossing it into the burn pile, I headed to the shed for supplies to fix the roof. But even after I gathered everything I’d need, she was stuck on my mind with superglue. By then, there wasn’t anything quiet left to do, so I rolled the dice and climbed onto the roof with my circular saw to remove the damaged decking.
I didn’t know why I was counting the seconds until she woke up with a saw in my hand. Maybe I’d quit thinking about her if I accidentally lost a finger, but somehow I doubted it.
After a bit, I sighed and set the saw next to me.
“Morning.”
I jumped so hard, I almost knocked the saw and myself through the hole in the roof. “Jesus Christ.”
She laughed and bit her lip. I bit back a groan.
“Sorry,” she said. “I called your name, but...” She gestured to the saw.
With the smirk I often wore as a mask, I said, “How’d you sleep?”
Carefully, she kept her face still. “Like a baby. You?”
“Never better.” I turned to the hole and dusted off the rafter I’d exposed.
“Can I help?”
“Sure. This part’s done—need to build a frame.” I stood and waited for her to make her way to the ladder, my face quirking when I got a good look at her. “What the hell are you wearing?”
She looked down at herself and dusted off Mama’s old overalls. Underneath, she wore a hot pink string bikini.
“Well, I found these in the back of your closet.” She flicked the strap of the overalls. “But it’s too hot already to wear all this denim, so I thought I’d wear as little as possible underneath.”
