Fix Me

I burst into a fit of girlish giggles. “I totally agree.”

We shimmied under the covers. We kissed and stroked until we were both on fire and ready for release once again. Being with him brought me such joy and contentment. My blindness didn’t matter when we were in bed together. He made me feel normal. He made me feel sexy. He made me feel like the woman I used to be.

Chapter Twelve

Luke

I ROLLED OUT OF HER bed and pulled on my underwear. She looked so damn good lying there with her hair fanned out around her. Her breasts were exposed, her nipples still erect, red from my kisses. There was a satisfied smile on her face, her eyes closed but her face turned towards me. She was listening to me. She couldn’t see me, but I had a feeling she sensed me. Two people didn’t share what we did and not have a strong bond that transcended sight.

“I should probably get out of here before your dad gets home,” I told her.

Her smile grew wider. “He will just have to get over it.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed. My hand reached for her cheek. She leaned into it. “I don’t think he will get over it.”

“He was okay with us being together before.”

“And he was thrilled when we told him we were holding off until the situation changed,” I reminded her.

“He can’t keep me from being happy,” she argued.

I leaned down to drop a kiss on her lips. “No, and I don’t think he wants to, but this is a big deal. I don’t want to lose my reputation.”

Staring down at her, I was feeling the pull. I loved her. I had questioned whether it was real or maybe just an infatuation. Now I knew it was real. I wanted to be with her. I didn’t want her to feel insecure or worry about me not wanting her. There was nothing further from the truth.

“I’m supposed to go out with Mel tonight. I don’t want to go. Maybe I can sneak over to the cottage. I’ll tell my dad I’m with her and we can spend the night together.”

I groaned. “There is nothing I want more than that, but you need to go out with Mel. It will be good for the both of you. Besides, Mel is not going to be happy with me if I keep stealing you away from her.”

“Mel will get over it.”

I kissed her again. “Another time. Go out with your friend. Do whatever girls do but you damn well better not hook up with another man.”

She giggled. “As if anyone wants a blind woman in their bed.”

“Girl, you are crazy. Any man would be lucky to have you in his bed. And as far as being blind—do you mean to tell me you never blindfolded a man?”

Her breath hitched. “No, I haven’t, but you’ve certainly given me an idea. Have you been blindfolded?”

“No, not actually, but I’ve heard great things. Like you said, all your senses are heightened.”

She smiled, slowly nodding. “It is very sensual not seeing, not knowing when to expect a touch or a kiss.”

I had to fight the urge to take her again. “You’re killing me,” I whispered.

“Good.”

I heard someone knock on the door before it opened. I sprang off the bed, my heart racing. Paul would be furious. Knowing we were together was one thing but seeing his naked daughter in his bed was another. “Settle down big boy, it’s just me,” Mel said with a laugh. “You’re damn lucky.”

Bree had covered herself. “Way to knock, Mel.”

“I did knock. I’m guessing you guys didn’t hear.”

“I should probably get going,” I muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Don’t rush away on my account,” Mel said with a grin.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Bree said, rising from the bed with the sheet pulled around her.