Axel
The bed creaksunder my weight, as Maddie silently watches me adjust my big body until I’m on my side mirroring her position.
I’ve basically been half-erect since I saw her sitting at that table alone in the bar. And I’m aware that I was tenting my boxers for the three steps it took between ditching my pants and getting under the covers.
There’s no way she missed it, but she didn’t point it out.
Face to face, we lie with only a few inches between us.
I want to touch her. Well, I want to do more than touch her, but I’d settle for just holding her against me.
She did say that she just wanted to rest, so maybe she’d be okay with it.
I’ve nearly built up enough courage to pull her closer, when she breaks the quiet of the room.
“You’re not married, right?”
My eyebrows raise as I give my head a little shake, “Not married.”
Her eyes search mine, “Promise?”
This girl…
“I promise,” my hand closes the distance between us, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
“Okay,” she sighs, completely trusting my word, and inflicting another crack in the wall around my heart.
“No girlfriend. No fuck buddy.” She didn’t ask for more, but I need her to know that there’s no one else on my mind. No other bed I’d rather be in.
“That’s good,” Maddie’s chin dips in an effort to hide her face from me.
Not liking that, I rub the backs of my fingers over her cheeks. “No husband?”
As I’d hoped, Maddie smiles at my question. “No. No husband.”
“That’s good.”
Maddie brings one of her small hands up and tentatively flattens her palm against my chest. The heat of her touch scorching even through the cotton. “I like your tattoos.”
“Thank you,” I croak out the words, kicking myself for not taking off my shirt. If she likes my arm tats, she’d probably love the rest of them. But there’s too few layers between us already and I can’t have sex with this woman.
I can’t.
Maddie shuffles closer.
I can’t.
“I like this.” Maddie punctuates her word by flexing her hands, her fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure against my muscles.
I fight down the ridiculous urge to flex.
It’s not clear if she’s referring to being in bed together, or touching me, or something else entirely. But it doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, I absolutely like it too. So I tell her, “I like it, too.”
Her hand flattens again, fingers spreading as wide as they can go, her palm pressing into me a little bit harder. “You’re so big.”
My cock swells.
“Fuck,” I groan.