Wanted: A Good Wife & Great Sex (A Bargained Marriage) by SL Beabhar

Author:SL Beabhar [Beabhar, SL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Phoebe rested her forehead against the cool wood of Ash's door. He was worming his way into her affections, and he'd left her shaken when he mentioned being deployed. After several sleepless hours imagining a return to her lonely life, she'd finally mustered up the courage to approach him. And now his bedroom light was extinguished and faint snoring sounds came from inside.

She was reluctant to turn around. Her decision was made, and she wanted to see this through. She inhaled deeply, letting the air fill her lungs and diaphragm before she exhaled through her nose. She grasped the doorknob and twisted it slowly to see if the door was locked. When she found it wasn't, she pushed softly on the door and stepped into his room.

"What am I doing?" she asked herself for the hundredth time. She rubbed her sweaty palms against her cotton nightgown while she crept softly towards his bed, hoping not to startle him awake.

Moving slowly and deliberately, she slid onto the bed, lifted the covers, and pulled them over her body. His head rested on his pillow, facing her. Waves of dark hair fell over his brow, making him seem boyish and nonthreatening. She moved closer to him until she was nearly on his pillow, then she reached out, intending to trace the curve of his Cupid's bow.

"This is kinda creepy, Phoebe."

She surged towards him and landed on his chest, pushing him onto his back. "Good. You're awake."

He grunted, then slapped his hand over his eyes. "I wasn't awake until you crept into my room, mumbling like a loon." He peeked through his fingers. "Why are you in my bed?"

She didn't answer his question. She shifted to settle her head in the crook of his arm, then she pulled his arm over her body. "Tomorrow I'm going to teach you how to make cookies from scratch." She inched closer to him, threading her legs through his. "If you're up to it, I'm even willing to make some brownies."

His chest rose and fell with each breath. She smiled at him, knowing he wanted to fall back asleep, but he was curious to know what had brought her to his room at this time of night. Something about Ash made her want to act impulsively. To make him feel as unsure of himself as she felt most of the time when she was around him.

"What kind of cookies are we talking about?" he asked.

She was so close to him that she could feel his heart beating. Feeling utterly adventurous, she let her hand explore the muscles of his chest, enjoying the feel of his coarse hair beneath her palm. "My personal preference is for snicker-doodles, but I'm open to just about anything."

"I'm satisfied with chocolate chip cookies." He rested his chin against the top of her head. "As much as I love talking about cookies, I know you're just trying to deflect from my original question. Why are you in my bed in the middle of the night?"

Phoebe twisted and yanked at the covers.

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