Ben clears his throat. “You need to be careful,” he says.
“Why?”
He’s still looking at my body, but he doesn’t respond. Instead, he shakes his head and walks around me.
“Why?” I demanded as I grabbed his arm.
He takes a step toward me. I automatically step back until I’m against the wall.
“I can see everything you have to offer in that transparent nightie when the bathroom light shines through it.”
“Oh.”
I look down to see what he’s talking about, but when I do, my gaze gets caught on the bulge in Ben’s sleep pants.
My heart pounds in my chest and between my legs as I stare at the tent in his pajamas.
“You’re making it worse,” he says.
“What if I make it better?”
I can’t believe I just said that, but I want to touch him. I want to touch him more than I’ve ever wanted anything
