Page 81 of Bottles & Blades
Chrissy needs me here and now.
Not stuck in the darkness.
“Come here, buttercup,” I order when she hesitates in the doorway of the bathroom, teeth nibbling at her bottom lip.
She doesn’t move, not for a long moment, but just when I’m about to sit up, toss the covers back, and go get her, she breaks through her reluctance, turning slightly to flick out the bathroom lights, hem of my shirt riding up, giving me a teasing glimpse of that sweet ass.
Christ, she’s gorgeous.
A moment later, that teasing glimpse is gone and she’s moving to the bed.
Not slowly. Not each step filled with hesitation.
But like…now that she’s made the decision, come hell or high water, she’s intent on following it through.
Pride ripples through me, and I reach for the edge of the blankets, draw them back.
“Climb in, baby.”
Eyes on mine, she does just that.
The mattress dips as she puts a knee on it then crawls in.
“This feels weird,” she whispers, slowly lying down beside me, facing me, sexy body stretching out alongside mine.
I twitch the blankets over us, stare at her in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. “What’s weird?” I ask softly.
“This—being here. Being”—she tucks one hand beneath her cheek and sighs—“this comfortable with you. I’ve told you things…” Her eyes close, throat working. “I’ve told you things I’ve never told anyone, and it’s…”
“Scary.”
She nods.
“I feel that too, buttercup.”
Her hand takes mine. “Are we insane?”
“Probably.” I squeeze her fingers. “But nothing has ever felt more right, has it?”
A shake of her head, the dark strands of her hair moving back and forth on her pillow. “No.”
“I can’t predict what the future holds,” I tell her, smoothing back a strand when it drifts over her cheek. “But I like you, baby. And the more I’ve learned about you, the deeper I’ve fallen.”
Her mouth curves. “Really?”
I trace the edge of her smile. “Really.”
“I like that.”
“Me too.” I draw her closer. “And I like that I can talk to you, can share things with you I’ve never told anyone else.”
“I like that too,” she whispers, free hand lifting, settling on my chest, just above my heart. “And I won’t tell anyone what you shared, I promise.”
Sweet.
So fucking sweet.
“I trust you, buttercup.”
