Page 60 of Guilty For You


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“Hmm.” I replied and he lifted my purse off over my head and set it on the bench.

“Can you lift your arms up?” He asked as he gripped the bottom of my scrub top. I slowly raised my arms up and he pulled my top up over my head, leaving me standing before him in a white tank top and black bra above scrub pants. “Sit.” He said, kneeling in front of me.

I fell onto the bench, simply because the sexy man was on his knees for me, and I had nothing better to do but see what he intended. He slid both of my sneakers off, tucking them perfectly in line with his boots under the bed and took both socks off my feet, slipping them into my sneakers.

My fingers danced up to his cheek and I slid my palm over his stubble. He leaned into it and looked at me, “Why am I still so affected by you?” I whispered thoughtfully, “I hate you.”

“You love me.” He replied without hesitation.

“I do.” I responded. He knew I did. “But I don’t want to.”

“You will.” He turned his cheek and kissed my palm. “Give me time baby, and you won’t regret it anymore.”

He pulled me to stand in front of him as he still knelt, and he slowly lifted the hem of my tank top and pressed the gentlest of kisses against my stomach. His eyes were on mine the entire time, but my breath caught in my throat when I felt the softness of his lips against my stretch marks.

“Pants.” I whispered. He slid his fingers into the waistband of my scrubs and pushed them down over my wide hips and I shimmied to help the process. They fell to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. I reached up and undid the clasp at the front of my bra and then took it off through the arm holes of my tank. “What?” I shrugged, “You know I can’t sleep in a bra.”

He smirked and stood up, keeping his eyes locked on my hard nipples through my shirt. “You’re not going to hear me complain, baby.”

“Which side is mine?” I asked him, no longer able to deny that his bed was calling my name and I would be a fool to deny it. He nodded to the side furthest from the door and I turned away from him, smirking at his protective nature before sliding into the cool soft sheets. “Oh god.” I sighed heavily as the softness ate me up.

He walked around to his side of the bed, and I turned to my side to face him. He reached up behind his head and lifted the collar of his shirt over his head, taking it off. He folded it and laid it on a chair next to the bed and then popped the button on his jeans.

“You’d better have some underwear on under those jeans.” I said, as my eyes stayed glued to his impressive body.

Because Jesus, Mary, and Joseph he was sexy. He had added tattoos over the years to his shoulders and arms, and the dark happy trail that had run down the center of his abs five years ago now spread out over his chest as well in a deliciously mature man kind of way.

“Keep staring at me like that and I’m going to fuck you straight into this mattress before I let you sleep.” He growled, reaching down to palm the erection that was growing in his jeans.

I smiled and then shrugged, trying to act nonchalantly. “I’d probably sleep through it.”

“Bullshit.” He cursed and hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pushed.

Everything.

Down.

“Fox.” I growled as he stood naked in front of me for the first time in five years with a hard on that deserved to be sculpted by Michelangelo. He was so thick. I could remember how it felt to feel every single inch slide into me. My pussy throbbed as I laid there watching it bob and jerk under my attention.

He picked up his pants and folded them, adding them to the pile next to his bed and then undid the tie in his hair, letting his long dark hair fall around his face. It was longer than before, dancing below his shoulders and I longed to run my fingers through it. He smiled at me and crawled in. “Roll over or I’m going to crawl between those sexy thick thighs and rut into you like an animal during breeding season.”

“Mmh. I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” I smiled sleepily and dutifully turned over on my side, because as much as I ached to be fucked by Fox, I wasn’t ready for that mind trip.

I needed sleep if I had a hope and a prayer of getting through my shift at Cherry’s tonight.

As soon as I was settled on my side facing away from Fox, he slid his giant hot body up against my back and gently laid his heavy arm over my hip, careful of my ribs. He flexed his hips and pushed his erection against my ass until it slid between our bodies to lay heavily against me like a weighted reminder of what I could have if I wanted it.

“Go to sleep, D.” He hummed and leaned in to kiss the sensitive skin behind my ear. “I love you.”

I didn’t reply, I didn’t have to because we both knew I loved him too. I was just proud to admit it with so much uncertainty between us.

It took me absolutely no time at all to fall asleep with his scent and warmth surrounding me just like old times.

If only I could go back in time and memorize moments like this before they were tainted with deceit and betrayal.

Chapter 18 – Delilah

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