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Flattening her palm on my chest, she pushed up. My stomach muscles clenched, and I bit the inside of my lip at the way the ends of her hair brushed over my pecs. The light touch teased me mercilessly, alighting my senses and fraying the little restraint I had left.
My nipples puckered, tightening to the point of pain, and I willed my dick to stay on lockdown, but he wasn’t a very obedient fellow and I could feel him rallying.
Desire ran hot in my veins as her body brushed against mine, the softness of her hair whispering over me again. Without thinking, I reached over, curling the ends around my fingers and rubbing the silkiness between my skin.
Feeling the gentle tug, she glanced around, and our eyes collided.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Your hair is tickling me,” I whispered back.
Thick tension weighed down the room, trying to suffocate the very oxygen we breathed.
“I need to brush it.” She was breathless.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.
The hand propped on my chest slid from beneath her, and she tumbled into my body. Releasing her hair, I caught her, wrapping her in both my arms.
“Careful,” I cautioned, rubbing my hand up her spine.
She swayed closer, arm looping over my waist as her breasts pressed along my side. Every nerve inside my body lit up, vibrating with something so intense it could only be want.
How good I’d been at keeping her at arm’s length, but the distance between us right now was far less. It was so fucking heady I wanted to pull her even closer, abolish everything left between us, and never go back again.
Her lips parted, eyes growing heavy. I wanted to consume this girl, swallow her heart and soul. I wanted it so bad my fingers delved into the hair above her ear to grip her scalp and pull her closer. Her breathing stuttered, and my heart beat so hard, tomorrow, my chest would bear bruises. The back of my head lifted from the pillow. The pads of her fingers tightened against my side, and our lips brushed in a barely there whisper, flipping my stomach inside out. I lifted again, this time to take instead of tease, and my fingers brushed the edge of the bandage covering her headwound.
I dropped back into the pillow, breathing as if I’d just swam ten laps, and stared up at the dark ceiling as I battled back the urge to claim.
“Ben?”
I squeezed my eyes shut at the insecurity in her voice. What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with me? She was already confused enough.
Forcing back my own mental anguish, I pushed up onto one elbow to smile. “You need to rest, sweetheart.”
“I want to take it out,” she said, reaching toward her leg.
I frowned, flicking a glance at the sling. “You should leave it elevated.”
“It’s been elevated all day. Just for a little while. Please?”
“If it hurts, you’ll tell me?”
She nodded eagerly.
I laughed beneath my breath.
I unhooked the sling and gently laid her leg against the bed, tugging so the blankets covered all of her.
She sighed appreciatively and patted the space beside her. I lay back down, holding my arm out, and she wiggled herself close until her entire body was pressed along my side.
“You’re so warm,” she murmured.
The leg with the cast lifted, draping over mine.
I stilled for a moment, marveling at how wrapped around me she was. How good the weight of her body felt on mine.
She lifted her chin, peering up from her place on my chest. “Is this okay?”
