Page 32 of Promise To Marry You
Closing my eyes, I take several deep breaths to try and settle into sleep. Apparently, that orgasm was what I needed, because the next thing I know a soft knock at my bedroom door has me flying awake. Fumbling for my glasses, I push them on just as the door opens and Cam slides in.
“Beckett? Are you awake?” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I say groggily. “Is everything okay?” I can just make out her in the dark, standing by the door. She takes a few steps farther into my room, then pauses.
“I can’t sleep.”
Reaching over, I turn on my bedside light, casting a warm glow over the room. Cam is wearing some sleep shorts that hug her hips and a tank top that drapes down, revealing the slope of her breasts.
Torture and heaven.
“What can I do?” I rasp, keeping my eyes trained on her face. She’s chewing her lower lip, not meeting my gaze.
“Can I sleep in here tonight?”
At first, I think I’ve heard wrong. But then her eyes lift to meet mine.
“Those nights in Manitoba when you stayed on the phone, I slept. Not great, but better than I have since…”
Her voice trails off, and I lift the edge of my duvet, sliding over to the side to make room. She hurries across the room and climbs in.
“Thank you,” comes her quiet whisper.
I lean over and turn off my light, setting my glasses on the table next to me and letting the darkness wrap around us like a cocoon. As I lay back down, every inch of me is aware of her presence. So close.
Yet, so far.
Chapter sixteen
Cam
My first thought when I slowly wake up this morning is that I’m really warm. The second thought is that I feel rested.
The third is more of a sensation than a thought; a flip-flop deep within my chest as I realize the source of heat is Beckett’s body, spooned around me from behind.
Given how tightly I’m holding the arm that is draped over me, nestled against the thin fabric that covers my breasts, I clearly didn’t resist him snuggling up last night. But what the fucking hell do I do now?
My gut instinct is to pull away, ideally before he realizes what happened. But…I don’t want to move. Ilikebeing held by Beckett. It’s not only warm, it’s comforting and intimate in a way that feels really good.
He shifts slightly, and I hold my breath to see if he’s going to wake up. But instead, he seems to settle in closer, and I feel his lips brush my neck as he exhales. And another body part comes into contact with the lower half of my body.
Holy shit, Beck’s packing.
I don’t know why that surprises me, but the long, thick length pressing against my ass sends shivers racing up my spine. My hips shift ever so slightly, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to avoid reacting.
Goddamnit. I’m getting turned on by my secret husband-slash-best friend who only let me into his bed last night to comfort me so I could sleep.
I probably should feel guilty. Or at least weirded out by the situation. After all, Beckett and I have never shared a bed. We’ve certainly never cuddled quite like this. And I’ve definitely never had an up close and personal experience with his cock. Well, fine, my foot did the other night, but that doesn’t count.
I let my eyes flutter shut and take several slow breaths. It’s way too fucking early for my head to be spinning like this. But the blissful, relaxed state I’m hovering on the edge of is way too tempting. And before I know it, sleep overtakes me again.
The next time I wake up, the bed is empty. But there’s an indent on the pillow beside me, and Beckett’s scent fills my nostrils as I inhale deeply, letting me know it wasn’t a dream.
We slept together. I fell asleep in Beckett’s arms, and it was the best sleep I’ve had in years.
Dragging myself up to sit, I scrub my hands over my face, trying to get my head and heart to reconcile. I can’t complicate things with Beckett by all of a sudden taking our relationship out of the friend zone and into the…I don’t know, friends with benefits zone?
Can I?
