Free Living With Regret by Riann C. Miller Page B

about being in a bed because that’s exactly where I want to go ...with her. “Goodnight, Chase. I’ll see you in the morning,” she breathily says before she turns and walks back inside.
    Fuck. I’ve clearly been dismissed for the night. I guess I’ll go take a shower myself and find some much-needed relief from my hand.

JORDAN
     
    Damn, it’s hot. I can feel the sweat dripping between my boobs. When I try to bring my hand up to wipe it away, I discover that I can’t because my arm is trapped. It’s stuck because I have a man lying behind me, with a leg draped over my legs, and an arm wrapped tight around my chest. Shit, no wonder I’m burning up.
    I’m the type of woman that will never talk about the amount of guys I’ve slept with. I am by no means a whore and have had my fair share of booty calls. I have even had sex with men that I had no intentions of dating. Let’s face it, women can get just as horny as a man can, but I think it is tacky to discuss it.
    As long as the man is single, then sometimes you need to scratch an itch. But there is another number I know ...the number that stands out in my head is zero. That’s the amount of times in the last ten years I’ve allowed a man to sleep in the same bed as me.
    You may find it crazy, but I feel sharing a bed with a man is more intimate than having sex. When you’re asleep, you are vulnerable and unsuspecting of the doors that could get opened. The ones I am not ready for.
    When I went to bed last night, I was alone, but somewhere between then and now, Chase decided to join me. Chase is the only man I’ve ever spent the night with, but even those times were few and far between as we were forced to lie to our parents about where we were really staying. The last night we were together, the night before he shattered my heart, was the last time I slept in the same bed with a man ...until now.
    “God, you’re so beautiful.” Chase’s greedy eyes travel down my naked body while I lie on his bed, waiting for him.
    “I know you’re planning on staying the night, but don’t plan on getting any sleep. Tonight . . .” He bites his lip as a worried expression crosses his face ...“Tonight you’re all mine.”
    As I lie here thinking about the most incredible night of my life, a night I’ve never forgotten, Chase’s hand starts moving around my chest. His fingers cup my left boob then he stops moving.
    Against my will, my nipples harden at his touch, causing me to fight back a groan. God, I would love it if he would flip me over and fuck me the way my body desperately needs, but I’m sure that’s crossing some crazy professional line. I know I’m not a doctor, but I still have knowledge that Chase doesn’t, and until he knows the truth—that we aren’t married and never have been—then I can’t or shouldn’t do anything that could harm his recovery.
    His hand starts moving, brushing back and forth over my hard nipple.
    “Chase, what are you doing?” I finally ask when I can’t take any more. “Um.” I have no clue what he just mumbled.
    “Chase, why are you in my bed?” I try again.
    “Ugh, why are you talking this early?” He nuzzles his face into my neck.
    I crack an eye to look at the clock on the wall. Chase isn’t kidding. It’s early but my body belongs in a different time zone and it’s a few hours later for me than it is for Chase.
    “Why are you in bed with me?”
    If it weren’t for the fact that I can feel his heart beating a little faster against my back than it was a few seconds ago, I would have thought he went back to sleep, but I know better.
    “Because you’re my wife and I love you. I fucking tried sleeping in the other room but I couldn’t. Not when I knew you were in here, so I gave up and joined you, and until you decided to get all chatty before the sun has come up, it was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time.”
    I feel rested myself and I’d be lying if I didn’t say other than the heat