Who the fuck was this nearly-naked woman in my damn bed? I jerked awake to find a warm body lying next to me and a second later she’s screaming her head off, as if she’s the one who’s got the issue and not me! I wrapped my legs around her to keep from kicking at me, because there wasn’t much separating her knee from my dick. My hands had her wrists pinned down so she didn’t break my fucking nose. She had no right to be upset—I did. She was breaking into my godfather’s house, and I wanted to know why.
Once she finally calmed down a bit, I reached over and turned on the bedside light.
“Are you done screaming?” I asked.
She nodded her head and I released her wrists.
“Who are you?” I asked.
Her eyes widened, but when her lips parted to speak she didn’t say anything. The delay gave me time to study her. Holy fuck, she was attractive. Deep red hair and big green eyes that kept getting wider as she looked at me. I’m sure I looked an absolutely mess. Jeans riding down my ass and my chest bare from fighting with my shirt before I’d piled into bed after the bar. Her skin was incredibly soft and her thighs were pliable against my strong legs.
“What are you doing in Anton’s house?” she asked.
“I could be asking you the same question,” I said. “I’m Anton’s godson. I’m here to settle his estate. What’s your excuse?”
“I used to work for Anton,” she said. “My name’s Michelle. I worked for him and he let me stay here from time to time. In this bedroom.”
“This bedroom,” I said. “This exact one.”
“Well, yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t know someone else was here. I only planned on staying a day or two anyway, just until I could find somewhere else to sleep.”
Sliding my body off of hers, I sat back. Anton let someone else sleep in my room. In my bed? I watched her eyes rake over my broad chest and her cheeks flushed. Such a beautiful color on a woman. The pink flooding her pale skin made my cock throb, and that was when I took in her nakedness.
The slope of her curves.
The soft mounds of her breasts.
Holy fuck, I would destroy that body in a heartbeat if she let me.
I felt my cock hardening and I slid off the bed immediately. The last thing I needed was to have a hard-on with some random practically-naked woman in my childhood bed. Well, my senior year of high school, at least. I didn’t want her to notice. We’d bot
h scared each other enough for one fucking night. A boner wouldn’t help anything. She climbed out of the bed and quickly rummaged around on the floor. I watched her as she pulled a nightshirt over her head.
Those perfect breasts, gone from my view.
I wanted them to come back.
“I’m sorry. I’ll get out of here,” she said, as her cheeks flushed deeper.
“No, its fine,” I said.
She whipped around and looked at me. But she wasn’t the only one shocked at my words.
“There’s no need to leave. There’s plenty of room in this house for both of us,” I said. “If you need a place to stay, then stay. I’ll be footing the bills while I’m here, so it won’t be an issue to take care of yours.”
Her jaw gaped open as my mind screamed at me. What the fuck was I doing? Where the hell were these words coming from? What the fuck was even happening? I watched Michelle’s eyes narrow at me and a wave of distrust washed over her vision. Her eyes dropped down my body before slowly making their way back up. I loved it when a woman devoured what I looked like. I’d missed that kind of carnivorous connection with the opposite sex.
Especially one as soft and pleasurable to look at as Michelle.
“I didn’t mean in the same room,” I said, with a chuckle. “There are three more bedrooms down the hallway. You can have your pick.”
“That’s not necessary,” she said, as she slipped into her shoes. “I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.”
There was a hurt in her voice that startled me. And I wasn’t easily startled. She slipped out of the room faster than she’d jumped into bed, and I followed her all the way to the front door. If she didn’t want to stay, that was her prerogative. But it was three in the damn morning and it wasn’t safe for her to go anywhere else. No one was open to take her into a hotel, and if she went around knocking on people’s fucking doors she’d have someone shoot her before she could get off the porch.
I strode beside her and reached for her massive duffel bag, dragging it behind me before she could reach for it.
“Give me my stuff,” Michelle said.