I keep my eyes locked on the front of the towel when he pulls the blow-dryer out and proceeds to dry my hair. He didn’t add any product to it, and it’s going to be a complete mess tomorrow, but I’m in no position to correct his actions.
Even wrapped in a towel, my body no longer on display, I can see the thick ridge of his cock behind his own towel. Physically, this man wants me. If I choose to trust his words on the couch earlier, he wants more than that. He’s being chivalrous by not laying me out and making me forget not only my worries but my own name for a couple of hours.
Women complain about chivalry being dead and here I am wishing it didn’t exist at all right now.
I stand when my hair is dry, biting my bottom lip when he tugs the towel away from my body, but instead of reaching for me or letting his gaze wander down the front of me, he turns around and hangs it on the rack. I follow him from the room.
“Pajamas?” he asks from near my dresser drawer.
I point to the top drawer, watching his back muscles work as he sifts through my clothes.
When he turns, my face heats as he holds two different pairs of panties in his hands for me to choose from.
Looking at his face, I can easily see the heat in his eyes. He didn’t reject me earlier because he doesn’t want me. The realization makes the hit to my ego not hurt as bad.
“The black ones,” I whisper.
He hands them over to me, watching as I pull them on before turning back to the dresser to pull out a pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt. He’s just as attentive, watching as I pull those items on after he hands them over.
I inch closer to him, but instead of standing there for me to press against his body, he rounds the bed, pulls the covers back, and urges me to climb inside.
How does he have such control over his needs? Mine are eating away at me right now.
Obediently, I climb between the sheets. Sleeping for a couple of days is the only other thing besides pulling that towel from his hips that sounds like an amazing idea, and if I can’t have one, I might as well have the other.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need me,” he says as he pulls the covers up around my shoulders.
I grab his hand before he can walk away, and although he doesn’t say anything, I know I have his full attention.
“I know you don’t want to have sex with me, but can you stay and just hold me?”
I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my life, more scared of being rejected than right now.
Instead of pulling away, Ethan crouches beside the bed and brushes hair from my face. “Did you not hear what I said on the couch?”
“I heard you loud and clear,” I tell him with a swallow.
“And what part of saying I wanted to spend days inside of you made you think I don’t want to have sex with you? My cock is still hard at the sight of you lying in the bed, baby. I want to have you that way, but I’m adult enough to know right now isn’t the right time. Let me get out of this towel.”
I let my eyes flutter closed when he walks away. I don’t turn to face him, but it’s less than two minutes before the covers are lifted on the other side of the bed and he’s crawling in behind me.
His warm, strong arms circle me, and I don’t hesitate to move when he shifts me so he’s comfortable. As cliché as it sounds, we seem to fit together perfectly.
Chapter 19
Legend
Of course we managed to shift positions overnight, leaving me waking up with Faith practically lying on top of me, her soft breath tickling my chest hair. I can feel the heat of her entire body, and as I lie here, waiting for her to wake up, I can tell the difference in temperatures from her arms and the apex of her thighs. It nearly kills me not to grab a big handful of her perfect ass, but I wasn’t joking last night when I told her getting physical wasn’t a good idea.
Not only do I not want regrets, I also don’t want her to use me as a distraction from what’s going on. She still hasn’t given me a single name of who could possibly be harassing her.
No matter how many different things I run through my head, my cock refuses to be distracted by the amazing woman on top of me. I went to sleep with an erection and woke up with one. It hasn’t shown any signs of flagging, but when I try to pull away from her, the arm over my chest tightens. I can tell by the cadence of her breaths that she’s asleep, but some part of her refuses to let go. I can’t say I’m upset about it, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than what I denied her last night.