Page 90 of Wild Thing
Willing myself awake, I rolled over and looked at the sleeping viking next to me.
A wave of excitement rushed through my body as the memories from the night before came flooding back, along with the butterflies I felt deep in the pit of my stomach.
We couldn’t keep away from each other and we certainly couldn’t keep our hands off each other, despite the very real consequences.
Even though I had a guilty conscience, and even with Steven threatening my job, it wasn’t enough to deter me. All the warning signs in the world couldn’t stop me from getting close to him.
Brax was under my skin. Again.
This world could burn and I’d burn with it if it meant I could be with him.
I wondered what this said about me. About who I was becoming. I had a darkness about myself that had been in the shadows, but was now very much stepping into the spotlight.
Engaging in an illicit affair… Was doing this going to change who I was?
Once again, I decided to worry about the dark parts of myself later.
I had to shift gears, and fast, because I needed to get my ass over to the Studio Pase site.
Sitting up, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched my arms above my head, taking in a few deep breaths.
My body felt sore, but in the best of ways.
We had sex three times. I let him come inside of me the last time after sharing that I was on birth control. We probably would have had sex more had we not fallen asleep from exhaustion.
Quietly, I tiptoed over to the wardrobe and shrugged on a white button up blouse and short black leather skirt. I had just finished fastening the last button when I heard Brax stir.
He opened his stormy blue eyes and sat up, shuffling his back so it was resting against the headboard.
“Morning, Wild Thing."
He ran his hand through his shaggy bed hair. He looked insanely hot.
“Morning.”
He yawned. “Why are you up so early?”
“I have to get ready. I’ve got my first site visit this morning,” I hurriedly told him, as I positioned my black pumps on the floor and slid them on my feet. “I’m meeting Greg at eight-thirty.”
Brax raked his eyes over my body.
I knew what he was thinking, because I was too, and nope. Not happening. I couldn’t be late. My body betrays me though as my pussy flutters at the thought of him being inside me again.
“Have a sick day,” he teased, draping a toned and tattooed arm above his head. His chest rose and fell, his tattoos expanding with each breath. “Come back to me.”
He patted the bed after seeing me unashamedly eye-fuck him.
Tempting. Very tempting.
I bit my lip, considering his offer. “I wish, but I really can’t. This is the only day I’ve got to see the site before I leave.”
Brax’s face dropped slightly.
My response reminded us both that this wasn’t some fairytale. The thought of leaving Brax sent a wave of dread through my body.
We had a lot to get through before we could entertain this being our daily reality.
“At least give me something to get through the morning.”
