Page 45 of Let Me Love You

“Hey!” she snaps, taking a swing at me. “You callin’ me easy?”

“Of course not! You’re the one making it sexual. I was talking about sleeping.”

She glares at me. “Right.”

I look away with a smirk.

Once we’re back at the house, we get to work. Once I replace the broken panels, I glue and screw them in, then clamp both sides.

“Need to let it cure for at least twenty-four hours before adding any weight,” I tell her. “Then we can put the mattress back.”

“So I guess I’ll be your sleeping buddy for one more night,” she muses.

The following evening, I check to make sure the slats are good and sturdy on the frame. Then we set the mattress on top, and she remakes her bed.

“Looks good as new,” she says. “Wanna test it out?”

Everleigh waggles her brows, and I shake my head with a grin. Without a word, I scoop her up and toss her on it.

“Oh my God! A warning next time!” she scolds.

“Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t gonna break on ya.” I shrug teasingly.

“Maybe I should get out my vibrator and really test it out.” Her seductive tone has the blood flowing right to my cock. The little evil minx.

“Are you blushing?” she taunts, scooting off to stand in front of me. “I think you are.”

“I think you’re enjoying this.”

“I enjoy lots of things.” The corner of her lips tilts up suggestively, and that’s when I know I need to leave.

“I’m gonna go to sleep now.” I turn and walk toward the door. “Good night.”

“Night, roomie.”

I get under my covers and stare up at the ceiling. Each day it gets harder to be around Everleigh. Not because she’s difficult to live with but because I find myself enjoying her company so much. She always makes me laugh, which feels good. I wish I could kiss those flirty, luscious lips, but I can’t, and it’s pure fucking torture. Doesn’t help that Everleigh tempts me at every opportunity.

The sounds of my door creaking open and then her tiptoeing against the floor have me on high alert.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I can’t sleep,” she says. “There’s a draft in my room.”

I arch a brow because I didn’t feel one the several times I was in there.

“I think I sleep better next to you,” she adds. “Would you mind if I crashed in here?”

As I lower my gaze down her body, I notice she’s not wearing pants again. I’m in only my boxers, but I can’t deny her, especially when I want to hear her whispering my name again.

“Sure, c’mon in,” I say casually. “I see you're wearing socks this time.”

“Figured you couldn’t refuse me if I promised not to put my cold feet on you.” She crawls over my waist to get to the other side of the bed. “But since I didn’t have to convince you, off they go!” She giggles, tossing them to the floor.

“You’re horrible.”

Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her closer. She rests an arm over my chest and settles against me. If anyone walked in right now, they’d think we were a couple.

“In case you wondered, the bed held up against the vibrator.”