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She sighs again, like I’m really bothering her with all these questions. She props her head up on her hand and stairs into my eyes. “I was fine. The metal held all the important stuff insideuntil the ambulance got there. They thought I was going to die, but I didn’t. End of story. If you aren’t going to fuck me, can I go to sleep now?” She flops back down and pulls the blanket over her head. I’m not sure if it’s to hide from my questions or to block out the light.
I close the door then turn off the bedside lamp before sinking down into the bed next to her. As soon as she feels my body weighing down the mattress she tosses the blanket back and looks at me as I crawl into the bed.
“I thought you were sleeping on the couch.”
“I was until you told me about your car accident, now I need to hold you so I can reassure myself you’re okay.”
“Carson, it happened years ago. I’m fine now.”
“Yeah, but I just found out about it so you’re going to have to shut up and let me hold you.”
She scoots into me and lets her hands travel underneath my shirt. Her hands are warm on my skin and raise goosebumps. “Fine, but if we’re going to sleep in the same bed couldn’t we fool around just a little?”
Her seductive routine is completely ruined by a hiccup that shakes the entire bed. “Nope, it’s time for sleep.”
She lets out a huff and turns so that her back is facing me. Still I can hear her mumble “Detective Dickwad,” under her breath.
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her towards me until her back is against my chest and her ass is nestled against my cock that’s currently straining the confines of my pajama pants. I know she can feel my hard length pressing into her when she starts wiggling her ass. I grab onto her hip and still her movements. “Sleep, Bianca.” It only takes about thirty seconds for her breathing to even out.
I run my hand back up her middle and hold her to me. It still doesn’t feel like she’s close enough so I throw my leg over bothof hers, anchoring her to the bed. I let my fingers run along the puckered edges of her scars while I bury my nose in her hair, breathing in her scent. If I was a more poetic man I’d be able to describe every fragrant note in great detail but all I can say is that she’s sweet and she’s spicy and she smells like she’s mine.
I know it’s crazy. It’s not rational to think I could’ve lost her before I ever found her. Hell, I don’t even have her technically, but she told me she almost died in the same mundane way you would tell someone you got a parking ticket. All the while she had no idea the fear that was creeping in and clawing at my insides. This girl is a fucking daredevil and I don’t know what to do about it. It would be so much easier if I didn’t care, if she was just some nondescript neighbor. But that’s not how I feel. I’ve only known her a short time, but I already feel more for this woman than I’ve ever felt for anyone else in my entire life.
She drives me absolutely crazy, but even while she’s doing it, I want to kiss her senseless. Half the time I don’t know if I want to argue with her or fuck her. I’m completely lost in her and now there’s nothing else for me to do except convince her that we’d be perfect together.
I know it’s not going to be easy. This woman has walls stretching higher than the Empire State building and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to knock them down with a sledgehammer, but I’ve never shied away from a challenge before. Hell, I’d never thought about being a father, but I took in one traumatized little five-year-old boy and it changed my entire life.
If I hadn’t of been up for the challenge, I would never have realized I could love another person as much as I love him and I never would have met Bianca. I’m going to make her mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.
Chapter Fourteen
Bianca
My head is pounding. I must have had way too much to drink last night. I attempt to bring my hand up to rub at my temples, but it doesn’t seem to be moving. That’s when I realize my entire body is being weighted down. I look and see an arm tossed across my chest and a leg with blonde hair over my hip.
Carson.
It’s starting to come back to me. We had been texting while I was at the party, he didn’t want me to get a rideshare for some stupid reason. When I finally got home, he met me outside and I somehow ended up in his bed. I look down my body again and note that while I don’t have a shirt on, I’m still wearing my panties, so it looks like he held out on me again.
His hand is absentmindedly stroking a small circle on my stomach right in the middle of my scars and I squeeze my eyesshut, remembering that he asked me about them last night. Thank God, I wasn’t black out drunk or who knows what I would have said. I’m pretty sure I gave him the nice and clean version. Was in a car accident. Got pinned in by some metal. Was saved by paramedics and doctors. End of story. At least he doesn’t appear to be disgusted by them.
When people hear my story, they all either react with pity or horror. Hell, sometimes I even get apathy. I’ve gotten used to all of those reactions. But not Carson. No, Carson wanted to hold me so he could assure himself that I was alright from an accident that happened years ago. From a time when I didn’t even know him. How am I supposed to process something like that?
I can feel his chest steadily rising and falling against my back and know that he’s still asleep. The light in the room is relatively dim and I wonder if I can sneak out before either he or Oliver gets up.
I try to edge away from him but his arm unconsciously tightens around me. I quietly sigh, trying not to alert him to my attempted escape. I gently grab his wrist and pull it up and away from my body so I can scoot away but that damn leg of his over me as well. What is this man, some kind of spider monkey?
“Morning, Sparky,” a mumbled voice says against my ear, making me jump.
“You know I hate it when you call me that,” I grumble, letting his arm drop. There’s no use in trying to sneak out from under it now.
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“If you don’t want you calling me it, stop being such a little spitfire.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
