“Take your time.” I nodded and smirked.
She shuffled through her bag and then I heard a hairdryer, followed by silence. I was disappointed I couldn’t watch the process, but I decided to just bide my time with my drink and the thoughts I had already turned into permanent memories I would remember long after she was gone.
When she was done, she walked around the corner looking like the same goddess I had seen earlier that day. A fresh pair of yoga pants formed a perfect seal around her ass and the t-shirt she chose to wear was tight on her stomach. The University of Tennessee logo was stretched across her breasts and I couldn’t help but laugh at the word Volunteers along the bottom—I certainly had a lot of wonderful, dirty things she could volunteer to do.
She entered the room and picked up her cell phone, staring at the screen. I watched as she walked to the wall and pressed her charger into the outlet, letting it remain on the table to charge. It wasn’t going to matter much if she did get it charged because the spotty service wasn’t going to let her send or receive calls. She finally got her necessities tended to and walked over to the chair across fro
m me, taking a seat.
She immediately picked up the glass of whiskey and swallowed an impressive gulp. There was color in her skin again and she didn’t seem to have any hint of the time she spent in the cold except for a few light red spots around her feet.
“Are you feeling better?” I lifted my glass and stared at her.
“Much better, thank you.” She nodded. “I really do appreciate you saving me and—just everything you’re doing for me.”
“Are you hungry?” I looked over at the clock on the wall. “It’s technically morning now.”
“I’m okay for now. I don’t think I’m quite ready for food. Did you even sleep?” She followed my eyes to the clock.
“No, not really.” I answered honestly.
“I’m feeling pretty worn out.” She sighed and stared at the floor. “Do you have a couch I could crash on hidden anywhere?”
“Don’t be silly, you can sleep in my bed.” I pointed towards the bedroom.
“I’m your guest, I can’t make you sleep on the couch.” She yawned.
“I don’t have a couch, but it is a king-sized bed. You stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine.” I shrugged with a smirk on my face.
“Well you’ve seen me naked, so I guess it’s okay to sleep with you.” Her words lingered there for a moment. “In the same bed.”
Right. Nice play. I should have come up with that.
“I’ll be in there in a minute. The right side is mine.” I stood up and gathered our glasses.
I cleaned up the living room as she walked into the bedroom. I wasn’t going to push for what I wanted so soon after what she had been through, especially after I plied her with alcohol, but there would be plenty of time when she had some sleep to refresh her beautiful eyes.
My possessive nature was already starting to really kick in. I hadn’t felt that way about any other woman except the one I married. The hardest part would be just letting her get back in that red sedan and drive away once the storm passed. I hoped the lust and desire I was feeling would pass once I was able to finally fuck her. I really didn’t want to get involved with anyone, I just needed to get my dick wet.
I finished cleaning up enough for it to be presentable again and walked into the bedroom. She was already in bed with the covers pulled up tight, but her eyes were open. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it in the hamper. I could see a bit of interest in her sparkling green orbs when she saw it come off.
That’s right baby. You’ve never seen a man like me.
I removed my pants and stood there in my boxers, turning away to put them in the hamper with my shirt. She didn’t take her eyes off me as I walked around the bed and pulled back my side of the covers. I stretched once to let her see the outline of my cock against my boxers before I put a knee on the bed. If she wanted to stare, I’d give her something to look at.
Eye-fuck me all you want right now—you’ll get the real thing soon enough.
“You don’t wear pajamas?” She watched as I started to climb into bed.
“Normally I go to bed naked, but I figured I should keep my boxers on tonight.” I slid under the covers and lifted her side to see what she was wearing. “You’re one to talk.”
“I’m wearing a nightgown.” She replied harshly.
“Yeah, what’s underneath it?” I reached over and grabbed the edge.
“Stop it!” She smacked my hand.
Mmm. Foreplay.