This is part 10 of secret admirer. ♥
[Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9]

part 10.

I wrapped myself in Greg’s shirt and crawled into his bed. The scent of him surrounded me. Warm and masculine and sexy as hell. His sheets, his pillow, the shirt I’d just buttoned… I took a deeper breath and my heart fluttered and my insides melted. I never wanted to leave his bed… or take off his shirt.

I turned off the lamp beside me and closed my eyes. But moments later, I was staring out the window watching slivers of moonlight dance with the waves of wind in the trees.

I’ve left my husband. I’m sleeping in another man’s bed. Oh, but I am alone in his bed. And I’m not sleeping. I never want to go back to my own house. I don’t want to see Dan until I have to. For legal reasons. I can stay with Mom until I find a new place. Somehow, I’ll have to get everything I own out of that damn house. I don’t know how I’m going to do that. I have a headache. I need to sleep.

I tried again to close my eyes, but every time I did, they opened again seconds later. I was crazy to think I’d be able to sleep. I couldn’t stop the barrage of thoughts circling in my mind. I tried to force myself to focus on the soft sheets around me… and on the incredibly sweet man just a room away from me. Oh, but thinking about Greg only made relaxing more difficult. And I definitely couldn’t sleep.

I pushed the covers away and stood. My fingers touched the buttons of the shirt I wore. Greg’s shirt. I held the hem of it in my hands, checking, I guess, if it was long enough to cover me. But I could barely think about that. I already had far too many worries crowding my head.

Slowly, I walked out of Greg’s bedroom toward his sofa. Toward him. He heard my footsteps and turned to me.

“Hey… are you okay? What’s wrong?”

I could see the concern on his face. And I saw the path his eyes followed over me. Down my body… to my neck, my chest, my stomach, my hips, my legs. His gaze fell all the way to my feet before arriving back at my eyes.

“I can’t sleep.” I walked closer to him. He was leaning back into the corner of the couch, his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. And he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

My God, he did this on purpose. No shirt. He’s trying to kill me… all nestled in that corner looking so comfortable and warm and sexy. I want to remove the rest of his clothing. All of it.

“I can’t stop thinking. I can’t even close my eyes…”

He rested the book he’d been reading on the table beside him and extended an arm along the back of the sofa. “Sit with me.”

I sat near him, his arm behind me. His hand held my shoulder and pulled me against his side. His naked side. The delicious scent of him washed over me again and I felt a tremble in my heart and in my breath. He felt it, too. I knew because he pulled me closer.

“I’m sorry to bother you… you were reading.”

“Amy, you are not bothering me.”

I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder. His naked shoulder. “I want it to be over, Greg. I don’t want to go through any of this. I just want to skip to the end.”

“I know, honey.” He tilted his head toward me until his cheek rested against my hair.

After a few moments in silence, I spoke again. “Greg…”

“Yes?”

“You smell good.”

He laughed a soft sexy little laugh. “Thanks. You smell good, too.”

“Thanks.” A little sigh fell from my mouth.

“Amy… do you want me to read you a story?”

“What?”

“You can’t sleep… maybe I should read to you.”

I smiled. How could I not smile? “I think that would be perfect. I love listening to your voice.”

“Oh, really?”

I could feel his eyes on me and I had to look at them. When I did, the sexy little smile on his face made me blush.

“Really.”

He reached for the book beside him and flipped it open. “Should I start back at the beginning?”

I peeked at the cover and smiled. “No… you can read from anywhere. I love this book.”

The moment he began reading, I inched closer to him and laid my hand on his chest. I had to ignore the voices in my head. The ones screaming at me telling me how warm and strong his chest felt… and how desperately I wanted to taste him.

I closed my eyes and focused on his perfectly soft, deep voice.

And that was the last thing I remembered… until morning… when I woke up against his chest, my head near his shoulder, my arm around him and his around me, and both of us sunken into his sofa.

To be continued…

This post is part 10. Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9. 

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