Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 119548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Only his touch could soothe me. Calm me. Bring me back down to Earth.
But I wanted more. Almost as if I craved the intimacy the fabric between our bodies was denying me.
I wanted to reach back and touch him, cradle his erection in my hand, maybe slip my fingers under the fabric of his pyjama bottoms and touch him directly.
He sighed behind me, and I peeked back over my shoulder. He was still fast asleep, and his eyelids twitched as if his eyes were moving side to side.
Was he dreaming?
A tiny smile tugged at my lips. An unfamiliar tenderness tiptoed through my being, and I relaxed again, letting my eyes drift back closed.
And Fred grabbed my boob.
Softly. Gently. Like it was the most natural thing in the bloody world.
I stilled, snapping my eyes open. His breathing hadn’t changed, but the incessant twitching of his eyelids had calmed as his large hand came to rest around my breast. There was no squeezing or kneading—he merely held it.
What was it? A comfort blanket?
Well, yes, it was, but it was my comfort blanket, damn it.
I swallowed hard. Even if he was asleep, how could I let this slide? I had to wake him up.
I didn’t want to, though.
This was the worst.
“Fred?” I whispered, nudging my foot against his.
“Mm.” He curled in closer to me, gripping me tighter.
“Fred.”
“No,” he mumbled into my hair. “Five more minutes, wife.”
“You’re holding my tit.”
He froze.
Then he squeezed my freaking boob.
“What are you—”
“Just making sure.” His voice was little more than a murmur, and he released my boob, letting his arm rest draped over my waist instead. “I’d apologise, but now you know how it feels to be groped in your sleep.”
“Bastard.” I paused. “I didn’t say you had to let go.”
He flinched. “Deli…”
“Boobs are comfy to hold. And I’m going back to sleep for an hour anyway, so…” I shrugged, snuggled back against him, and closed my eyes.
See?
This was the problem with sharing a bed with him.
If this carried on, I was going to cut his arm open and climb under his skin.
“You’re solely responsible for this erection.” Fred’s voice was but a whisper, and he slid his hand up my stomach and beneath my t-shirt. His fingertips brushed over the cup of my bra, and I bit the inside of my lower lip as he once again cupped my breast.
He inhaled deeply, then slowly let it back out again. His thumb grazed the lacy cup, and he grunted a little.
“Nope.” He shifted before I could say anything and then, as if it were little more than wet paper between us, brought his hand to my back and unclasped my bra in one swift, easy movement.
“What are you—”
He pulled me back and replaced his hand, this time directly against my breast. My nipple hardened slightly against his palm, and I shifted as the warmth of his touch spread across my skin.
“That’s better,” he mumbled sleepily.
My breath caught, but his was so deep and even that it was clear to see he’d gone back to sleep.
Had he even been fully aware of what he was doing just now?
Either way, I didn’t care.
The tingles I expected to feel between my legs were almost non-existent. Instead, I merely felt a wave of peace wash over me, and I closed my eyes to breathe it in properly.
Thank God that Fred was back.
“I’m sorry.” Fred gripped my ankles, kneeling before me. “It was a mistake.”
“Fred, you grabbed my boob. It’s not the end of the world. I told you it was fine.”
“I’m still sorry.”
“Do you have to be sorry while kneeling on the floor?” I folded my arms across my chest. “If anyone were to walk in here right now and see this, I fear they’d think we were in some kind of dominant and submissive relationship.”
He released my ankles and held out his hands. “Yes. Tie them up so I don’t do it again.”
Huh.
Maybe my sister had been onto something.
Good grief. Now all I could picture was Fred’s hands knotted with a tie and him lying back on the bed, blushing at me.
What kind of pervert was I turning into?
I blinked at him. “You’ve lost your bloody mind,” I said. “It’s not a big deal. It’s just a boob grab. I grab them, too. Besides, I liked it.”
Fred paused, hands still outstretched before him, and stared at me. “Don’t tell me that.”
“What? It’s the truth. You don’t need to feel bad about it, so get up.” I nudged my toes against his knee. “It’s not like I blame you. These are great tits to hold.”
He sat back with a sigh. “I said nothing physical.”
“You groped my tit. You didn’t bend me over and spank me,” I replied, swinging my legs to the side of him. I got up and walked over to the chest of drawers where my brush was and grabbed it. “Don’t make such a big deal out of it, honestly.”