Page 89 of Waste of Worth

Karen was still untouched by the Outfit.

He intended to keep her that way.

THE most beautiful sight, Dino decided, was Karen sleeping with navy blue sheets tangled around her body in a disarray as though she’d been tossing and turning. Her naked legs peeked out through the sheets, and the swell of her hip drew his gaze upward to where her hand rested on his side of the bed.

His side.

It was a strange thought, and certainly not something he was used to thinking. Or even having, for that matter.

Dino knew it was true. Despite how strange their relationship was, and how he often came and went without any real explanation, it was true. Karen never complained, and she often smiled at him come morning when she found him tucked into her bed with his arm slung around her waist, keeping her tight to his body.

She never asked for more.

That was probably what Dino loved the most about her.

It was also what scared him the most.

Would she wake up one day and want more?

He didn’t know if he could give it to her.

Silently, Dino shed his clothes and slipped into the bed, his arms finding Karen’s waist as he dragged her closer to him and then buried his face in the crook of her neck.

She smelled like heaven and home.

With her, he didn’t dream horrible things, or at least not as often.

With her, he was calm and content.

With her, there was peace.

The very second he was in her bed, surrounded by soft sheets where he could soak in her warmth and pretend like the outside world didn’t exist, everything was perfectly fine. The thoughts that had constantly plagued him on the drive over disappeared, melting from his mind without a second of hesitation.

His worries were gone as he pulled her body closer into his, thoroughly enjoying how well her curves fit into his hard lines. It was her day off from the restaurant, and in usual Karen fashion, he wasn’t surprised to find her sleeping in. Dino didn’t want to wake her from the dreams she was so clearly enjoying—if the lax expression of happiness on her features was any indication—so he was extra careful not to wake her.

It took every bit of willpower he had inside not to get her up just so he could pull those sheets away and explore.

Dino knew she wouldn’t complain—hell, she’d probably be happy he had woke her up—but he liked to watch her sleep, too.

This was good.

“Hey,” he heard whispered.

Her raspy voice made him smile. Apparently, he hadn’t needed to wake her up; she did that all on her own.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, kissing her bare shoulder.

Karen stretched in his arms like a little kitten waking up from a long nap. “This is good, Dino.”

Like always, he could only stand to have Karen naked and in his hands for so long before he was acting on the thrumming lust washing through his veins. Her breathless laugh echoed in the apartment when Dino rolled them over, putting her on top of him. All her caramel waves tumbled over her shoulders, and he sifted his fingers through the strands, enjoying the silkiness.

It wasn’t long before she was lifting her hips, her hand snaking between her thighs to grab the base of his cock, and then she was lowering down.

Painfully slow …

Tight, wet heat engulfed his length and for one suspended moment, the world was right and lovely again.

With Karen, it was always lovely.