I ease through the house, trying not to disturb sleeping beauty. Standing outside her door, I push it open with my fingertips. Charlee’s asleep with her sheet draped across her body.
It only covers part of her up, leaving her best parts exposed. She’s wearing a t-shirt and panties, white. Her nipples peek from the material as it rides up her stomach. I step in, closing the door behind me.
I should feel bad for gawking but damn, I don’t. Maybe it isn’t in my blood, but there’s no way any man would turn away from this. She’s fucking hot. I kneel beside her bed, watching her chest rise and fall with every breath.
The perfect pout of her lips draws me in, I’m entranced. Her lashes are so long they curl on their own, curvy like her hips. I cover my mouth when she snores quietly, biting my lip as my pulse begins to race.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Her lashes begin to twitch. “Mornin’, Charlee Rae.”
Her lids flutter, parting slightly. She sits straight up, her eyes wide. “What are you doing in my room?”
“Enjoying the view.” I drag my eyes down her body.
She scrambles, pulling the sheet around her. “Get out!”
“Your mom suggested I come wake you.”
“Fine, I’m awake.” She glares. “Now, leave so I can get dressed.”
“Why? I’m well acquainted with your body.” My cock grows harder at the mere mention.
She buries her head in hands. “Why are you here?”
“We’ll talk about that later. Do you need some help getting up?” I stand, offering my hand.
She raises her head and quirks her brow. “Apparently, I’m the only one who needs help getting up.”
“Take my hand, I come in peace.”
“Out!” She rolls her eyes. “You’re not the only one who can get up by themselves.”
“Well, those little white panties helped me.” I wink at her and grab the door handle.
“While I was asleep?” Her mouth hangs. “You stalker.”
“Again, not the first time.” I wink as I walk out the door, dodging a pillow.