Page 32 of Protecting Bree
They both groaned, which made Bree giggle.
“Fuck, that sucks,” Smiley complained. Then he rolled, taking Bree with him once more.
“Smiley!” she exclaimed, surprised by the move.
“Gotta get up and get you a washcloth,” he told her. Then he kissed her on the tip of her nose before climbing out of bed.
Bree didn’t even have a chance to tell him not to bother. That she was fine. But the view of him from behind as he strode toward the bathroom was one she’d remember for the rest of her life. She hadn’t had a chance to really check him out, since they’d been so desperate to get naked and make love.
He was a Greek god. Or at least sculpted like one. His ass was a work of art. The globes perfectly round, and she could see the muscles contract as he walked.
As she climbed under the covers, she heard running water in the bathroom, and when he walked back toward the bed, to her surprise, he was still naked.
And…Lord. His front was almost better than the back. Bree greedily ran her gaze up and down his body as he came toward her. His cock was flaccid now, and still she could hardly believe he’d fit all of it inside her. His chest had a sprinkling of hair, and he had that V thing going on with the muscles at his hips that all hetero women lusted after.
When her gaze made it back up to his face as he stopped by the side of the bed, he was smirking. “Done?” he asked.
“Not even close,” she murmured.
To her surprise, Smiley didn’t move to get back into the bed. Instead, he lifted his arms, then spun in a slow circle, letting her look her fill.
Giggling, she said, “Get back in here,” as she started to lift the covers.
In response, he grabbed the sheet and blanket and whipped them off her body.
Bree screeched in surprise. But when she saw the look of awe and appreciation in his gaze, she stilled, realizing he was doing the same thing asshe’ddone. Looking his fill, now that desperation and lust wasn’t clouding his vision.
“How’d I get so lucky?” he asked, putting a knee on the mattress. He settled himself next to her on his side and brought his hand with the washcloth between her legs.
“I can do that,” Bree told him.
“I got it.”
This should’ve been weird. Uncomfortable. But Smiley didn’t linger. He wiped her clean, then tossed the wet washcloth onto the floor.
“Are you going to leave that there?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“But it could mildew. It’ll get the carpet pad wet, and it’ll mold.”
He looked at her for a beat, then without a word, swung his legs back over the side of the bed. To Bree’s amazement, he leaned down and grabbed the washcloth and went back to the bathroom without complaint.
He was back seconds later, turning off the overhead light and pulling the covers over them.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Bree said.
“Did what?”
“Got back up to put the wet washcloth away.”
“Why wouldn’t I? You had a good point. And the last thing I wanted was for you to be worrying about it all night.”
“I wouldn’t have worried about itallnight,” she protested.
In response, Smiley lifted a brow, which she could just see in the dim glow from the nightlight in his bathroom.
Damn. How did he know her so well already? “Okay, maybe I would’ve. But still. I didn’t really expect you to get up right then and there and move it.”
