Best of Me by L.K. Farlow

Author:L.K. Farlow [Farlow, LK]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Indepenently Published
Published: 2019-09-02T16:00:00+00:00

chapter nineteen

Duke

The sound of an unfamiliar alarm rouses me from what has to be one of the best nights of sleep I’ve ever had. I’m not sure what time it is, but the fact that the sun rose before me speaks volumes.

As my body catches up with my brain, the reason for my great night’s sleep becomes apparent. Mallory. I’m wrapped around her, with my knee wedged between her legs and my hand splayed across her lower belly, holding her to me as if she’s the most precious thing.

Her alarm sounds again, and as she fumbles around reaching for it, her ass brushes against my morning wood. I hiss at the contact, loving it just as much as I hate it. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve gone so long without, but suddenly I’m so hungry for intimacy that my entire body is wrung tight with need. I want nothing more than to flip Mallory to her back, crawl between her thighs, thread my fingers through her long, unruly hair, and kiss her senseless.

Once she finally manages to silence her phone, she rolls to face me. “G’morning,” she whispers, her morning voice so sexy it feels like a warm caress across my skin.

Unable to deny myself any longer, I reach over and brush her hair from her face. “Good morning, Cricket.”

She smiles shyly, averting her gaze. The loss of her attention feels like someone stole the sun, leaving me in the dark cold. With two fingers beneath her chin, I bring her eyes back to mine. “You sleep okay?”

“I did. You?”

“Best sleep I’ve had in years,” I tell her honestly, allowing a bit of vulnerability to bleed into my words.

“Really?”

I nod, reaching for her again, this time twining our hands together. For some reason, I can’t stop myself from touching her. The feeling of her skin on mine is like a fucking drug, and I’m an addict, fiending for my next hit.

“Yeah, I-I haven’t slept like this since before…” My words drop off, but we both know what I’m referring to. I haven’t slept through the night since the day Valorie died. I can’t decide if this breakthrough, with her of all people, is some kind of weird, cosmic stars-aligning thing or it’s so far past fucked there’s not a word for it. Either way, it’s the sweetest kind of torture.

Now it’s Mallory who’s reaching for me, running her fingers over my scruff. She parts her lips as if to speak when her alarm blares to life again, effectively ruining the moment.

“Shit!” Mallory scrambles out of the bed, looking some kind of fine in my shirt. “It’s almost six-thirty! I’ve got to get ready. Can…can I shower here?”

“Go for it. There are clean towels under the sink.”

“Thanks!” She flits away, grabbing her duffel before locking herself into the en suite.

I hear her humming before the sound of water running through the pipes drowns her out. All of the sudden it hits me—she’s bare-ass naked in there, and the only thing truly separating us is a flimsy-as-hell wooden door.

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