you.” She turned away and went to get things for the night from her suitcase. When she turned around, the adjoining door was no longer wide open. It was ajar, so he could hear if she tried anything, she supposed, but he could not see her, nor she him.
The gesture only made her respect him more. Finally, as she showered and prepared for bed, she admitted that she was more than a little interested in him. It was fine, as long as he never found out. She was smart enough to know she had no experience with men like him and wouldn’t know how to fend him off if he tried to seduce her.
She switched on the television, knowing she’d be asleep before whatever was on really got started. She would never admit it to anyone, but she was afraid of being alone and that was why she slept with the TV on every night. She didn’t know when she fell asleep, but the silence was what woke her up. She sat up in bed, startled by the quiet and the darkness. Panic gave her feet wings. She tripped over the sheets, trapped her feet, and fell to the floor, banging her leg against the metal frame of the bed.
“Faith?” Jack’s voice above her head raised her blood pressure. She had forgotten about the open door between them. He switched on a light and reached down to pull her up, setting her gently on the bed. “Are you okay?”
She was too busy massaging the sharp pain out of her calf to answer. Anyway, he could see she wasn’t. The silence grew between them until she looked up and saw where he was looking. She had changed into a night shirt that was so large it fell off one shoulder perpetually, and he had a sweet view of her left breast. Her skin flushed from his gaze, so she reached up to adjust the shirt and turned to pull the sheets around her. However, it was too late. The tension in the air was solid and sharply electric.
She turned her eyes away from his, but her gaze drifted of its own accord down his body, which was thankfully partially clad in shorts. He was muscular, tough, tanned, and ripped beyond belief. She couldn’t tell from the hair on his head whether or not he had been asleep. The hair on his chest made a happy trail down to... She dragged her eyes away from what was clearly an impressive erection. Men often wake up with a woody , she told herself, even though the clock on the radio told her it was still a few hours to morning. If only I could stop my heart from tripping over itself, I could regain my dignity and get back to sleep .
“You fell asleep with the television on,” he said, “so I shut it off just now.”
He didn’t seem at all bothered by the state he was in. It was her turn to contribute something to the cool-down conversation, and all she could muster was a strangled, “Oh”.
“You woke up before I even got back into bed.” He cocked his head, looking at her inquiringly. “Do you need it to sleep?”
She was mortified. “I’m sorry it disturbed you,” she said, ignoring his question. “I promise not to go anywhere, so you can close the connecting door.”
He stepped closer, and she clutched the sheet to her chest, as though that would stop him from doing anything he felt like doing to her if he tried. “Why should I trust you any more than you trust me?” he asked.
It was a reasonable question, but her brain was scrambled by the shot of lust that arched through her. He was so close, and she was so tempted to touch him in that most private place.
She scrambled back on the bed instead, away from temptation, though she could see when she glanced up that he thought she was afraid of him. Fine with me. Better he think that than know I am dying to stroke his cock and maybe steal a lick or two. She licked her lips inadvertently, her eyes still locked on his, and saw him flinch as though she had struck him.
He turned sharply without waiting for an answer and walked
The gesture only made her respect him more. Finally, as she showered and prepared for bed, she admitted that she was more than a little interested in him. It was fine, as long as he never found out. She was smart enough to know she had no experience with men like him and wouldn’t know how to fend him off if he tried to seduce her.
She switched on the television, knowing she’d be asleep before whatever was on really got started. She would never admit it to anyone, but she was afraid of being alone and that was why she slept with the TV on every night. She didn’t know when she fell asleep, but the silence was what woke her up. She sat up in bed, startled by the quiet and the darkness. Panic gave her feet wings. She tripped over the sheets, trapped her feet, and fell to the floor, banging her leg against the metal frame of the bed.
“Faith?” Jack’s voice above her head raised her blood pressure. She had forgotten about the open door between them. He switched on a light and reached down to pull her up, setting her gently on the bed. “Are you okay?”
She was too busy massaging the sharp pain out of her calf to answer. Anyway, he could see she wasn’t. The silence grew between them until she looked up and saw where he was looking. She had changed into a night shirt that was so large it fell off one shoulder perpetually, and he had a sweet view of her left breast. Her skin flushed from his gaze, so she reached up to adjust the shirt and turned to pull the sheets around her. However, it was too late. The tension in the air was solid and sharply electric.
She turned her eyes away from his, but her gaze drifted of its own accord down his body, which was thankfully partially clad in shorts. He was muscular, tough, tanned, and ripped beyond belief. She couldn’t tell from the hair on his head whether or not he had been asleep. The hair on his chest made a happy trail down to... She dragged her eyes away from what was clearly an impressive erection. Men often wake up with a woody , she told herself, even though the clock on the radio told her it was still a few hours to morning. If only I could stop my heart from tripping over itself, I could regain my dignity and get back to sleep .
“You fell asleep with the television on,” he said, “so I shut it off just now.”
He didn’t seem at all bothered by the state he was in. It was her turn to contribute something to the cool-down conversation, and all she could muster was a strangled, “Oh”.
“You woke up before I even got back into bed.” He cocked his head, looking at her inquiringly. “Do you need it to sleep?”
She was mortified. “I’m sorry it disturbed you,” she said, ignoring his question. “I promise not to go anywhere, so you can close the connecting door.”
He stepped closer, and she clutched the sheet to her chest, as though that would stop him from doing anything he felt like doing to her if he tried. “Why should I trust you any more than you trust me?” he asked.
It was a reasonable question, but her brain was scrambled by the shot of lust that arched through her. He was so close, and she was so tempted to touch him in that most private place.
She scrambled back on the bed instead, away from temptation, though she could see when she glanced up that he thought she was afraid of him. Fine with me. Better he think that than know I am dying to stroke his cock and maybe steal a lick or two. She licked her lips inadvertently, her eyes still locked on his, and saw him flinch as though she had struck him.
He turned sharply without waiting for an answer and walked
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