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It was the best day of my fucking life.
And I had no idea what to do about that.
CHAPTER TEN
Everleigh
The sexual frustration was making me feel like I was on edge every single moment of the day. But never quite as strong as in the bed at night. Where it felt like desire was pinging off every nerve ending, like my skin was on fire, and my heart was hammering, and my sex was aching.
It was so overwhelming.
Especially when I woke up against his back. Even, one night, with my arm around him, and my leg cocked up over his hip.
Did that mean that my leg, lower back, and hip were aching like crazy because he was so much higher off the bed than me? Absolutely. But did I stay there a little longer? Yep.
Before forcing myself to roll to the other side of the bed and try to reason with my body.
Eventually, Detroit climbed out of bed, disappearing, and coming back fifteen minutes later.
Wearing a towel.
Likely thinking I was still asleep.
Did I mention that this was, you know, a normal towel? Like, the same ones that were a little tight around my chest. Which meant it was positively straining against his ass. His very high, round, well-toned ass. And parted on his thigh. His thick, trunk-like thigh.
Not a small gap, either, I have to add.
I mean, it was a real slit.
Like I was pretty sure if he shifted just right, the gap would reveal, you know, all his secrets.
His big, thick, tempting secret.
Oh, God.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I mean, sure, I appreciated an attractive man.
But I never really had a physical reaction to a man I wasn’t seeing. It was just a sort of detached appreciation. Like looking at a painting or something like that.
This, though, this was a whole body sort of reaction.
Like I was just barely able to keep myself from climbing off the bed, walking over to him, grabbing that towel, yanking it off, then lowering down in front of him, and sucking him into my mouth.
Like I wanted to do it so badly it hurt.
He finished fishing around for his clothes then, though, and turned his back on me to yank his boxer briefs up his legs.
I got a split second view of his bare ass before it was covered by a deep blue material that somehow almost made his butt look just as good as it did bare.
He turned again, and, well, I suddenly wanted to figure out who invented boxer briefs and their perfectly clingy material and thank them for their service to womankind.
Then his pants were on and his shirt as well, and it was time for me to stop pretending to be asleep.
“Morning,” I said as I moved across the room, heading toward the bathroom with a promise to my poor, aching body that I would do something that I just rarely did.
Take a bath and… satisfy the ache between my legs.
