“I didn't mean to...” She chewed on her lip.
Shit. Not only was I in nothing but a towel, but my erection was plain to see, tenting the thick material that covered me.
“I was just taking a shower, it's fine.” I wanted to slam my hands over my cock and hide it from her view, but something in the look she gave me kept my arms firmly at my side.
Maybe it was my imagination, but I was almost certain she liked what she saw. “Are you ok now?”
“Yeah.” She didn't sound so sure. And again that lip disappeared between her teeth. “It was just a bad dream. You can go back and finish your...shower.” A small knowing smile tilted up the corners of her mouth, and I fought back the urge to grin.
Of course, she knew exactly what I had been doing. And even with everything that had happened to her, she was trying to make a joke of it. It just went to prove how strong she really was.
“I’m good. You should go back to sleep, or I made you a...”
“Could you stay with me?”
“Sure,” I answered without hesitation. “I can make a bed up on the floor or sleep in the…”
She didn't let me finish. “Could you sleep next to me? Maybe talk to me for a while? I think I would feel safer.”
Sleep next to her? With the scent of her skin filling my lungs and her soft body against mine? I couldn't think of anything better, but there was no way in hell I would be able to keep my hands off her. And if by some miracle I did, what the fuck was I meant to do about my hard on? That thing had a mind of its own and would find some way of pressing up against her.
“Sure,” I spoke without thinking and mentally slapped myself across the head. Sure? Had I seriously just said sure like this was a good idea?
I was a fucking imbecile.
“Sure,” I repeated. “Just let me grab some sweats or something.”
There was no way I was slipping into that bed with her naked. Even with my junk covered it was going to take every ounce of self-control I had not to dry hump her leg like a horny dog.
* * *
“I didn't meanto cause you so much trouble.” Briella's voice was small in the half dark room.
She lay by my side, curled up with her head resting on her bent arm. I could feel her eyes on me. I didn't move. Not because I didn't want to turn to her, but because I did. And if I did then it would all be over. It was safest for both of us if I stayed where I was. Flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, trying to control my dick which was bouncing all over the place from being in the same bed as her.
“You aren’t any trouble, Briella.” My voice came out clipped.
“Yes, I am, I can tell you're mad at me.”
Her words made my head turn. She was so close. Our faces were no more than six inches from each other.
“I'm not mad at you.” I turned my head and went back to staring at the ceiling.
“You can’t even look at me.”
“That has nothing to do with being mad at you.” I sighed heavily. “I’m mad at myself, not you.”
“Why would you be mad at yourself?”
Sighing I closed my eyes. “Because I want you, Briella. I want you so badly that my balls ache and my palms itch. It has nothing to do with you. Or me being mad at you,”
“You...” she stammered over her words. “You...want me?”
Groaning, I rolled onto my side. “Sweetheart, I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw your picture.” I searched her face. “Don't smile, Briella, this is serious. I don't want to be an asshole to you.”
“You could never be an asshole, Tommy. I’ve known you only a few hours, and I can already tell. I’m a good judge of character.”
I scoffed quietly. She was a good judge of character but ended up being sold by her own boss to monsters who would use her body up and discard her once they were done? Not that I would ever bring that up.
