“You’re welcome,” I grunted, not knowing what else to say.
It was official. I wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.
Light was spilling through the cracks in the blinds when I woke. It took me a full minute to remember I wasn’t in my own bed and another to realize that my cock was throbbing in rhythm with my pulse.
I was spooning Belle, her back plastered to my front, one hand cupping her breast while my cock was nestled snugly between her plump ass cheeks. Forget morning wood—this was more like morning granite.
Belle let out a sleepy little moan and pressed her ass against me, and damn if I didn’t almost spill my load in my boxers. My hips moved without my permission, thrusting against her delicious curves. She sighed, and just when I thought I couldn’t get any harder, my name slid from her lips in a needy whisper.
Was she dreaming?
About me?
My mind flew off on a tangent, imagining all the depraved things I wanted to do to her. It would be so easy just to slide her sleep shorts aside and bury my aching length in her wet heat. And I knew she was wet. I could smell her arousal even as she slept, feel the heat pulsing from her soft skin.
Her nipple peaked against my palm, and my hand clenched involuntarily. Before I could stop myself, my thumb slid across it, rubbing it to a hard nub.
Belle’s small gasp alerted me that she was now fully awake—that and the way she wiggled her butt against my hard-as-fuck-shaft.
Jesus, what was happening to me? It was like my mind had short-circuited, and my body was taking over. My blood was rushing in my ears, and my cock was throbbing painfully. All I could think about was fucking her hard and deep, hearing her moans as her pussy clenched around my aching length.
My breathing came harshly as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger while I nuzzled my face into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. Every atom in my body was screaming at me to roll her onto her back and slide home.
“Adam,” Belle said on a husky moan that had my balls tightening and my thoughts scattering.
She was facing away from me, but her head tipped back, and I could see her biting her bottom lip while her long eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks.
I gave her nipple another pinch, loving the sound of her choked moan. So fucking responsive.
“That feels so good,” she breathed, rubbing her ass against me.
Her words pulled me from my lustful stupor. What the fuck was I doing? I was about two seconds from stripping her shorts down her legs and sliding inside her snug channel.
Why not? She’s your wife. My rebellious mind whispered.
In name only. My practical brain chimed in.
I threw back the covers, almost falling over myself in my haste to get out of her bed and away from temptation.
“Adam?”
Belle blinked up at me, her cheeks rosy, her blue eyes glazed with desire. The knowledge that this attraction wasn’t one-sided wasn’t helping me in my determination to keep my distance. The urge to crawl back under the covers with her and worship every delectable inch of her body with my mouth and hands was almost too much to resist.
But I wouldn’t—couldn’t—get emotionally involved with Belle. A quick ceremony and a piece of paper didn’t make our marriage real. Besides, once this was all over, she’d return to the life she’d made in Medicine Bow. If I gave into my feelings for her, she’d end up taking pieces of me with her when she left.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you like that,” I said harshly. “It won’t happen again.”
Before she could reply, I turned on my heel and left the room, wishing I believed my words.