Page 37 of Hot Shot
As if reading my mind, she steps even closer to me, and her sweet scent wraps itself around me. I take a deep breath, reminding myself for the umpteenth time that she only wants to be friends, even though all I want to do is pull her into my arms and kiss her senseless. It’s what I’ve wanted to do all night.
“I trust you, Hunter,” she whispers, placing a hand on my arm.
Standing here in her bedroom doorway is hard. I can’t imagine focusing on the road at this point. The idea of being able to go to bed right now is very appealing.
But I’m afraid I’ll cross some line in the middle of the night and she’ll never forgive me.
“Stay. Please. You’re exhausted. Look at you.” She waves her hand at me and I nod. “It’s fine. We’re adults,” she continues.
“Okay.” I point toward the living room. “I’ll go make sure the doors are locked and the lights are off.”
Before she can protest, I turn and stride out of the room. What the hell am I getting myself into? This feels like a bad idea. But the alternative doesn’t seem appealing either.
As I walk back into the main room, I hear a door close—the bathroom I decide. I take my time making sure everything is locked up.
Running a hand down my face, I take a deep breath and head back to her bedroom.
Stepping into the room, I see she left the light on for me, but she’s burrowed under the covers.
I use the bathroom, wash my hands, and brush my teeth with the new toothbrush she left out for me.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pull off my shirt and socks, opting to keep my jeans on. Pushing the covers back, I go to lie down.
“You’re not really going to sleep in your jeans?” she asks, peering up at me from under the covers that are pulled up to her chin.
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. It’s fine, Madison,” I insist.
“Hunter. Take your damn jeans off. You’ll be hot.”
“Madison,” I argue, although I’m not sure why. She’s right, I will be hot and uncomfortable.
I left them on because taking them off feels even more like we’re crossing a line.
But it’s a line she set down, not you, so if she’s telling you to take your jeans off and sleep in her bed, shouldn’t you listen?
“That is unless you’re going commando and don’t want me to know.”
“No, Madison, I’m not.” Standing up, I feel her eyes on me so I flex my muscles as I take my jeans off. I hear her inhale sharply behind me.
“Enjoying the show?” I ask, winking at her over my shoulder.
By the way her pupils are dilated and her breathing is coming out in little pants, I’d say she was more than enjoying the view.
I turn off the light and climb into bed, taking a few deep breaths as I do to calm myself down. All I want to do is pull her into my arms and kiss the living shit out of her.
Touch her. Find out what makes her feel good. Hear the noises she makes when she comes.
But I’ll respect her wish to simply be friends.
I’ll stay over here on my side and not touch her.
Even if the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen is lying a few feet away from me. Based on the look on her face while she watched me take my clothes off, I have a feeling she’s starting to regret wanting to bejust friends,but until she says otherwise, I won’t make a move.
“Night, Hunter,” Madison whispers, shifting in the bed. Before I can respond, her lips press against my cheek.
Don’t turn into her. Don’t do it, Hunter.
“Night, Madison,” I say, willing sleep to come quickly so I don’t do something stupid like pull her into my arms.
