"Bri…" I murmur. "Are you going to come for me?"
"Yes."
I press my fingers deep, focus my mouth on her clit, and it takes only a little more before I hear it—that muffled, wrung-out moan. She comes like that. On my tongue, on my fingers. A sweet, soft sound like she isn’t trying to wake anyone up. Her muscles pulse around me until she goes loose and satiated against the mattress.
I lift my gaze and she's already looking at me.
“Thank you,” I tell her. Hoping she can see how much I mean it.
Thank you for driving to Boston.
For loving my daughter.
For making me feel something other than failure.
For believing in romance.
She holds her arms out to me. I pull her leggings back up over her hips until she's covered, then roll her until she's resting on my stomach, arms loose at my sides. Her kisses grow slower, sleepier, turning into lazy brushes of lips until she’s barely kissing me at all. She curls against my chest, cheek pressed to one pec, arms wrapped around my waist, breathing softly.
I think about how giving into everything I want with Bri could be a disaster.
And then I think about how I’ve never wanted to be so wrong about something in my life.
We fall asleep like that in each other’s arms.
Chapter 21 – Brianna
What’s that noise…??
Oh,shit.
My hand shoots out toward the nightstand, blindly fumbling for my phone that’s vibrating. I can’t reach it. And I’m… stuck?
Trapped.
Pinned.
And not by the hotel sheets.
I blink a few times, trying to get my bearings, and that’s when I realize I’m not wrapped up in blankets.I’m wrapped up in Seth.Seth’s massive, goaltender muscular arms. He’s got me locked down like a vise, spooning me like I’m his body pillow. His bare chest is warm and solid against my back, one thick, muscled leg tangled between mine, and his arm is draped across my waist like he’s keeping me from running away.
He’s still sound asleep. Snoring. Peacefully. Completely oblivious to the chaos he’s causing because I need to answer my phone, I’m certain it’s Kelly, but also, he smells so freaking good and I like being wrapped up in his arms. It feels safe and cozy.
My body is screaming at me to stay right where I am. Warm. Perfectly content. But my brain is in full-blown panic mode because last night I watched porn with Seth, made out with him, then let himthank meby giving me the best orgasm I’ve had all year. And now Kelly’s going to show up at this room and find Seth in my bed which will take four seconds to get back to everyone we know in New York City and Brookhaven.
I’ve gotta get out of here before Kelly and Sawyer come to the room and find Seth and I together.
I wiggle my hips a little, but Seth’s grip only tightens with the movement. It’s like his subconscious knows I’m trying to get away and he’s not having it.
“Seth,” I whisper.
He doesn’t move. I shift again, this time managing to slide just enough out of his grasp to reach the nightstand. My fingertips find my phone, and sure enough—two missed calls from Kelly are illuminating the dark screen.
I press redial and hold the phone to my ear, trying to keep my voice soft as I whisper, “Hey, Kelly.”
“Bri!” Kelly’s voice is chipper, way too awake for this ungodly hour. I check the time, six in the morning. Seth and I have been asleep for three hours, tops. “I wanted to let you know Sawyer woke up about thirty minutes ago and was starving, so we ran out to grab breakfast burritos. My flight leaves in a couple of hours, so I need to head to the airport soon. I was hoping to drop her off with you before I go. What room number are you in so we can swing by?”
Ah, shit.
