Page 33 of Stolen to Forever
“Come on, let me put you to bed.You’ve had a long day.”
“I’m not a toddler.I can manage to get into bed on my own,” she says, but doesn’t stop me from following her.
I go over to my bag in her room and grab a shirt out of it.“Here, you can wear this.”
She looks at it for a quick second and doesn’t protest as she takes it from me and goes into her bathroom.I hear the water running and a few moments later she comes out fresh faced and wearing my shirt.Her hair is down and over one shoulder, and damn, she’s never looked more beautiful.I can see her eyes are tired and she’s probably stressed from all of the travel these past few days and then studying and oh, that threat on her life hanging over everything.More than anything I want to be able to give her a little peace, so when she slides into bed and under the covers I kick off my shoes and move my hands to my belt.
“What are you doing?”Her eyes widen as she watches me unfasten my pants and take them off before folding them neatly and placing them on the chair.
“Getting ready for bed.”Her eyes roam over my chest just before I take off my shirt and drape it on the chair too.“Don’t worry, sweet thing, I’ll sleep on top.”
Her lips part a little as I climb onto the bed and tuck the covers around her.She’s frozen solid for a second until she realizes what I meant as I make sure and wrap her up.God, this is almost worse than me just spreading her legs and going to town.Somehow the innocence of this is intimate and deeper than a lust-filled frenzy.Don’t get me wrong, I would love to see how soft her thighs feel on either side of my face, but this is so much closer than that.
“It’s in the bedside drawer,” she says to me softly, and then I’m confused.
“What is?”
“The red notebook.That’s the latest story I’ve been working on.It’s about a woman who travels to Egypt in search of an ancient tomb and ends up falling in love with her guide.”
Even in the soft lamplight of her room I can see the deep color of her cheeks.She tucks her chin and burrows into the blankets as she closes her eyes and pretends to be asleep.I give her this out because she may not want to face the fact that she trusted me enough to tell me, but she did tell me.She bared just the slightest bit of her most precious secret and I won’t belittle that by making a joke.
Instead I lean down and gently kiss her forehead, then turn over and open the drawer.Inside is the red notebook and a couple of pens beside it, along with a black zipper bag.I touch the zipper, wondering what’s inside, and then realize the outline is the exact size and shape of what can only be a dildo.Did she mean for me to see this or did she assume I wouldn't know?
The base of my cock tightens as I get harder and try to hide my obvious erection just as I run my fingers over the black pouch.What would if feel like to use this on her?Could I get her off as fast as she can do it herself?
I feel her move just a little on the other side of me and decide to pack those thoughts away for later.Like when I’m in the shower.I grab the red notebook and get comfortable.
From the first page I’m not only captivated because it’s Berkley’s writing, but because she’s an incredible storyteller.I love the heroine and how adventurous she is and even how she plays hard to get.I can see so many similarities between her and Berkley and I wonder if it’s intentional.At first, I have a lot of questions, but the more I read, the more I forget about the incredible woman beside me who wrote it and I’m simply enthralled by the story that’s unfolding.
Before I realize it, Berkley is fast asleep beside me and I’ve devoured the whole book in a matter of hours.I was so consumed with what would happen next that I lost track of everything else.Is this what reading romance is normally like?
I close the notebook and set it on the side table, my thoughts and feelings spinning.I want to know if there’s going to be another book and what happens to them after they leave Egypt.I also can’t tear my mind away from the filthy sex scenes she wrote and I’m so turned on it’s painful.I have to roll over on my stomach and grind my cock into the mattress for some kind of relief.Fucking hell, the things that she wrote have me turned upside down and I’ve never felt so much all at once.
How can I sleep like this, with all of these emotions going through my head?I stare at her and the flutter of her lashes as she sleeps and I wonder if she’s dreaming of me.Would she ever be so desperate for me like the heroine in her book was for the hero?God, what could I do to her to make her need me like that?
My desperate fingers inch across the blanket to her and trace the curve of her shoulder all the way down to her hip.My hands ache to hold her, to feel her, to pull her against me.I want to roll on top of her and cover her with my weight as I kiss her slowly and tell her how I want a night in the desert with her just like in her novel.That I want to make that story real and give her the happily ever after that she deserves.
I know I should roll away from her and keep my hands to myself.But I’ve come this far, why stop now?
CHAPTERSIX
BERKLEY
Idon’t have to open my eyes to know where I am because his rich, sweet scent surrounds me.I don’t know how Vaughn pulls off smelling both manly and yummy but he does.It’s a scent that will forever be branded into my mind and does things to me.
At least when I’m awake I can try to hide the way he makes me feel.But last night my body betrayed me and now I’m sprawled on top of Vaughn’s big body and using him as my bed.I don't want to move but I’m not sure I could with his arms around me holding me in place.I wonder how long I’ve been like this.
I don’t know if it’s him being here or because I’m so worn out but last night was the best night of sleep I can ever remember having.My brain feels more settled today and the information I've been poring over these past few days has sunk in.I’m relaxed and have peace of mind that everything is going to be fine.
When I shift a little on top of Vaughn, I gasp.His cock slides along my clit, and even though we both have underwear on the sensation is so damn good.The shirt he gave me to wear has ridden up and my bare stomach is pressed against his.God, he feels good all over.
The throb between my legs grows and I wonder if he’s awake.I blame this on the fact that I can’t remember the last time I got myself off.With everything going on it’s been the last thing on my mind.I normally do it every night before bed.I did it so I wouldn't try to date until I was done with school and I could handle my needs until then.But right now I don't want to handle them.Oh God, I bet Vaughn saw the toy in my nightstand when I told him about my book.
This time Vaughn is the one to shift and his cock slides across my clit again.I stifle a whimper but my lady business is throbbing with need.To my complete shock, his hand moves to my ass and grips me tightly.He presses me down into his hard length, and God, it feels so good.
“I’ll give you what you need,” he whispers.“You don’t even have to say it.Just kiss my chest.”
Fuck, how did he know I wouldn't be able to find the words to say it?I’m too shy to ask and I know I’d end up saying something smart and ruining the opportunity.I hide behind my smart mouth even though I’m usually bold in speaking my mind.This is unsteady ground for me and a step into the unknown.