Avenging Angel (Pounding Hearts 5)

I’m pretty sure he’s an MMA fighter like Mandy’s ex-boyfriend Brett.

His chest is bare, sculpted and covered in tattoos. I watch it for the longest time, almost hypnotized as it rises and falls with each soft intake of his breath.

I have never been with anyone like him before. Never would dare to dream I could score someone like him. I’m a twenty-two-year-old single mother. Guys my age who are interested in long-term relationships avoid me like the plague because of my ‘baggage’.

As if Hope could ever be baggage.

And the guys that are interested in me think I’m an easy lay because I had a baby when I was a teen and only want sex.

I haven’t had sex since I got pregnant, five years ago.

Did we have sex?

My eyes drag down; his chest is bare but the white sheet is covering his waist.

Do I dare lift the sheet and check to see if he’s naked?

I scoot down the bed a little and glance up at his face. So far, he’s still sleeping.

I watch his face as I extend my arm and slowly, carefully, grab the sheet. His breathing continues in its soft steady rhythm. I ease the sheet down a few inches and glance over at what I revealed.

I get an eyeful of his defined abs and the deep groove of his V, the lines pointing towards his groin like a roadmap.

I lick my lips. Those lines are practically begging me to keep going, to see where they’re pointing.

I still can’t be sure he isn’t wearing any underwear. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.

And seriously, I can’t believe I’m doing this.

I peek back up at his face. His thick lashes are still fanned against his cheeks. My movements haven’t stirred him yet.

Watching his face for any sign of waking up, I ease the sheet lower.

And lower.

And a little lower.

Thinking it should be low enough, I glance back over, meaning only to do a quick peek. After all, I’m not a complete pervert… I’m just a little perverted.

What I see causes me to suck in a sharp breath.

Holy fuck, I didn’t think they made them that big.

My knees lock together and my core clenches. I know without a doubt I’d remember if we had sex, I’d remember if that had been inside me. There’s no way I’d feel the same again.

Right now his cock is soft, but even in this state it’s bigger than any other cock I’ve ever seen, just resting against his thigh.

We probably didn’t go all the way because he’s so big he didn’t fit.

The longer I stare at it the more it looks like it’s moving, growing even. His cock starts to lift.

I peek back up at his face and freeze.

His warm chocolate eyes are open and he’s staring down at me with a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Good morning,” I stammer out and drop the sheet.

Oh god, the sheet dropped down even more and I’ve been caught red-handed. My cheeks are so hot they feel like they’re on fire, and that fire is spreading. I feel the flush all the way down my chest.