Page 34 of His Arranged Plus-Size Mate

I nodded, unable to look at her now. “That’s good.”

“Yeah,” her voice shifted. “Are you feeling okay? You’re kind of pale.”

“Just tired.” I pulled myself up and took my empty plate to the sink. “I’m going to head to bed.”

I couldn’t look at her again as I slipped out of the kitchen and down the hallway. I stepped into my room and shut my door. I leaned back against it and squeezed my eyes shut.

I knew I was probably cold, and she looked confused about the sudden change. But I needed to keep my distance. My dick apparently had its own mind.

I took a cold shower and headed to bed. I sank into the sheets, knowing it wouldn’t take long before I fell asleep becauseI was tired. I pulled my pillow close, and I could hear her moving around in the kitchen. I will apologize tomorrow. Say I was tired.

I woke up to the sound of screaming. I sat up and quickly surveyed my room. But it was empty, and the sound was not from the main floor. I could tell it was coming from upstairs. I threw my covers off and hurried out of my bedroom. I rushed down the hallway, sliding on the floor as I did a U-turn and ran up the stairs. Her scream continued, and I threw her door open, not sure what I was going to find.

She was in bed, her body looking like it was in utter pain as she screamed. She thrashed on the sheets, and I quickly realized she wasn’t being hurt but rather in the middle of a nightmare.

I moved closer and gently shook her shoulder. “Hazel, wake up. It’s just a bad dream.”

She whimpered, her entire body pale. She had sweat all over her face. I sat down, grabbing both of her shoulders and shaking her a little harder this time. Her whimpering stopped, and her eyes slowly opened. She looked confused as she looked around before her eyes landed on me.

“Hey, it was just a nightmare.” I reached up, placing my hand on her cheek. She felt sticky, and I wondered what she had been dreaming about.

I ran my hand over her hair, trying to soothe her. She sat up slowly, pulling the sheet with her. She rested her head on my chest, and I felt her shiver. “I’m sorry I woke you,” she whispered.

“That’s okay.” I rested my chin on the top of her head. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She remained quiet for a moment, and I thought she didn’t. But then her voice shifted. “I was out in the woods. It was peaceful, and there was nothing wrong. It was just a beautiful day. But it suddenly shifted. Dark clouds rolled in, and I could feel someone was watching me. I knew it was them. There was whispering all around me. The same word over and over.”

She shook. “Kill her.”

I leaned closer, wrapping her in my arms. “You’re safe here, Hazel. No one is going to hurt you. Not on my watch.”

I could hear her sniffle, and she wiped her nose. “Thanks.”

I hated seeing her like this, all broken and afraid. I hooked her face and pulled her tighter. “I mean it, you’re safe.”

I could see her shoulders relaxed, and her eyes softened. I looked down at her lips, suddenly realizing how close I was to her. I should leave her, let her try to get back to sleep, but that felt impossible. It felt wrong to let go of her right now.

I ran my thumb over her lip, suddenly unable to think about anything but what they tasted like. I wondered if she liked soft kisses or preferred them a little rougher.

Her nose brushed against mine as she leaned up, and I pulled her in, kissing her. I felt her gasp, and her hands froze on my chest. But she didn’t push me away. Her fingers wrapped around my shirt, tugging me down.

I tugged her into my lap, needing more. I ran my hands down to her hips, and suddenly I wasn’t touching fabric anymore.

“Are you not wearing bottoms?” I asked as I glanced down. She was wearing a long t-shirt that pooled around her.

She blushed, shaking her head. “I don’t. I kind of just let myself breathe.”

I felt my cock jerk at that information. I swear, this woman was the death of me.

I knew this was the moment to get up and leave. If I didn’t want to ruin this friendship we had spent so long forming, I needed to go.

But my horny ass couldn’t. I had so many questions filling my head. What did she taste like? What did she sound like when she moaned? How could I turn away when she was what I wanted most?

I slid my hand beneath her shirt and moved it up. I listened as her breath pitched as I cupped her breast. They were large, fitting perfectly in my hand. I rubbed my fingers over her nipples, finding they were already hard.

She swallowed, chewing on her lower lip. She panted softly as I squeezed her breast.

I slid a hand down, trailing it down her neck. I lay her back onto the sheets and inhaled her scent. Vanilla.