Page 63 of Trial and Error

I shake my head. “Not at all.”

Her breath fans my lips as she lets out a small sigh of relief. She scoops her arms around my shoulders and pulls me closer to her. I give the backs of her legs a squeeze as I carry her into the living room. I walk into the kitchen and place her on the counter.

“Tea?” She shakes her head and yawns. “Bed?”

“Bed.” She nods in agreement.

My heart clenches at the thought of her coming over just to sleep with me and while my semi would prefer something else, I can’t fight the pleased smile that tugs at my lips.

Bridget hops down from the counter, takes my hand in hers, and walks toward my bedroom. The amount of confidence she exudes as she walks into my room has my dick growing harder by the second. Once we enter the room, she turns the light on and looks up at me.

“Which side?”

“I prefer the left side,” I tell her.

Her lips kick up at that. “I like the right so that’s perfect.”

I watch as she pulls her sweater over her head and folds it neatly. A frown pulls at her lips as she looks around the room. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t have a chair.”

“A chair?”

“Yeah, the one that everything gets dumped on. It’s a household staple.”

I laugh. “That’s why I don’t have one.” I reach over and take the sweater from her. “Here, I’ll put it on my dresser.”

I place the soft material on the side and as I turn, I see her peeling back the covers. My eyes stay on her as she slides underneath and peers up at me from where she lies in the bed. “Are you coming or what?”

I groan inwardly. I would love to be coming right now.

I roll my eyes in response and reach to turn my bedside lamp on, before switching the main light off. Bridget is watching me as she pulls back the covers and pats the space beside her, looking up at me expectantly.

The look she sends me has my heart pounding even faster in my chest.

How can someone be so beautiful?

Bright, yet tired eyes look up at me as I slide into the bed next to her. Her hair is tied back, so I reach over and pull the tie out. Bridget’s hair spills over my pillows like the morning sun and I want to bathe in her warmth.

I slip the tie onto my wrist and turn on my side to face her. Her head is resting on her hand and she’s starting at me. I mirror her position, watching as she takes me in, and I feel my skin prickle under her gaze. The smallest of smiles pulls at the corner of her lips and I watch as she raises her hand and reaches forward, her finger tips softly brushing over my jawline. She keeps her touch light as she explores every inch of my face with the pads of her fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers, her fingers smoothing over the permanent crease between my brows.

Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around her hand and give it a squeeze. Baby blue eyes meet mine before flicking down to my lips, her gaze lingering there. “I’m surprised you came,” I admit. “I thought I overstepped.”

Bridget shakes her head as she scoots closer, her hand now cupping my cheek. She rests her head on my bicep and nudges her nose against mine. “Not at all,” Bridget says as she kisses the corner of my mouth.

I loop my arm around her and pull her into me. Her face nestles in the crook of my neck, and I sigh when her lips press against the skin there. My hands make their way down her back as she presses herself into me, her kisses move up to my jaw and to the corner of my mouth.

“Is this okay?” she asks, and I nod. “I thought so.”

I laugh as she uses my words against me. Bridget wastes no time in attaching her lips to mine in the most decadent way. The kiss isn’t like the first time—this one is full of electricity and pure fucking desire. She moans against my lips as they move frantically against each other, both of us trying to get as close to each other as humanely possible.

She kisses me like she’s chasing a high, and I’ll happily be whatever she needs me to be. Without warning, she pulls away and pushes me on to my back before climbing on top of me. My hands instantly find her hips and she grinds herself against me in a tantalizingly slow motion that has me hissing through gritted teeth. My dick is throbbing outrageously hard but it doesn’t seem like she minds, because when she feels my stiffness between her legs, she increases the rolling of her hips.

Bridget leans back down and presses a long, lingering kiss to my lips, and before she can pull away, I tangle my hands in her hair and slide my tongue against her bottom lip. She gives in and opens her mouth instantly and I groan at how compliant she is. I tuck my hands under the hem of her T-shirt and let my hands wander up her back. I pause my movements on the middle of her back when I feel no sign of a bra.

“Bridget,” I mumble as I dig my finger tips into the skin under her ribs. “Please don’t tell me you came here without a bra.”