Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Asher

I wake up to warmth,

Penny.

©She’r draped over me, het hure body tangled with mine, her head on my chest, her legs entwined with mine, her breath soft and warm against my skin, der

Gingers curled around my shoulder, her hair a menn of golden waves spilling over my chest and down my tihe

Her cheek is pressed against my heart, and I can feel the slose, steady beat of her against my ribs, the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the delicate perfect curve of her spine, the soft, warm press of her thighs against my hipt.

1 let my head fall back against the pillow, my lingers slipping into her hair, my other hand resting on her lower back, my thumb brushing met the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, my mind a slow, hazy blur of heat and satisfaction and contentment,

I close my eyet, let myself sink into the feel of her, the warmth of her, the weight of her, the soft, slow rhythm of her breath, the gentle, perfect press of her body against mine.

Perfect

That’s what she is. In every sense of the word. Perfect.

And

I’m happy.

It’s a strange, unfamiliar feeling Foreign, even, I can’t remember the

he last time I felt this. I can’t remember if I’ve ever felt this.

Happy

I tighten my grip on her waist, my fingers pressing into her soft, warm skin, my breath coming out in a slow, deep, satisfied sigh.

God, she’s perfect.

Last night…

I close my eyes, my mind flashing back to the way she looked beneath me, the way she sounded, the way she cling to me, the way she whispered my name, the way the trembled, the way she shattered, the way she breathed, the way she begged, the way she..

I feel myself stir bewith het, my whole body going tight, my breath coming out in a slow, shaky sigh, my fingers tightening on her waist, my other hand slipping down to the curve of her thigh, my thumb brushing mer her skin, my mind a slow, heated blut of memories and red and reckless, desperate want.

At some point last night, Tyler called again. I remember the shrill, inntating mound of her phone vitrating on the nightstand, the way her brow furrowed, the way her lips twisted into a pout, the way her eyes went wide and confused and annoyed.

I grabbed the phone, chucked in across the room

She gave me the cutest, most confused little frown, her lips parting, her eyes namowing, her breath catching, and it was so damn cute I had to grab her face, it her head up, Arash my lips against hers, feel the set, desperate clench of her body around mine, feel the way her breath hitched, the way her mail dug into my back, the way her thighs tightened around my hips, the way she whimpered against my mouth.

Tuck, she’s perfect

I slip my hand up her spine, my fingers tangling in her hair, my other hand slipping down to her thigh, my thumb brushing over her skin, my mind a slow, brated blur of her, of, of at night, of her breathless moans, her soft, desperate whimper her sweet, addictive gaps.

And then my mind shifts,

Because the storm is still raging outside, the wind howling against the cabin walls, the snow whipping against the windows, the euld seeping into the cracks and comers and edges of the room, the fire crackling low and steady in the fireplace, the whole world wrapped in white, silent and endless and frozen.

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Chapter 162: Asher

Which means we’re still trapped here.

Which means she’s still mine

Which means I still have hit

Because I don’t trust myself to let her go.

I’m not a good man. I’m not a kind man, I’m not a patient, gentle, forgiving man. I’m a soldier, a weapon, a killer, a phent. Is hands and death in his eyes and velence in his veins..

And I’ve never felt more dangerous than I do right now.

Because this girl – this perfect, beautiful, impossible gal – is mine.

And I don’t trust myself to go to insane, reckless, terrifying lengths to keep her.

Eventually, the storm will pass. The snow will stop. The wind will die. The world will thaw.

Eventually, we’ll have to leave this cabin

Tventually, we’ll have to face Tyler.

Eventually, we’ll have to go back to the real world.

But not now

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