The Stranger In My Bed Episode 13

the stranger In my bed

Chapter 13

I pulled my dress over my head. He went silent. I stood there in my underwear for a moment. Shyness crept through me. I couldn’t see him but I could feel the intensity of his gaze. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I let it slide from my arms and fall to the floor.

The only sounds in the room were the crackle of the fireplace and the increasing speed of his breathing. I knew he could only see my bare back but I felt so exposed. I covered my breasts with my arms shyly. What was he thinking? How did he see me?

“Anna,” he called gently.

I heard the slight tremble in his voice as he spoke. I moved my arms down my sides until they reached my panties. I could feel the wetness trapped in them pressing against my hot lower lips. I slowly slid them down my thighs, as they reached my knees I let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood frozen in place. I was completely exposed now.

I heard him approach me. I felt a heat near my waist as if he would touch me, but it moved away.

“Anna, can I touch you?” He asked.

My body was tingling. Every nerve was calling out to him, but I resisted. This wasn’t a weekend fling. This was something I wanted to last.

“No, sir. This is enough,” I said firmly.

He sighed. “I understand. Then please, come to bed so I can look at you properly. All of you.”

I covered myself as we walked to the bed and kept doing so even as I laid down. He stripped to his underwear, a small fear ran through me until I remembered he slept this way. He laid next to me and smiled.

“Anna?” He called.

“Sir?” I said with whatever dignity I had left.

“Uncover yourself.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed the growing lump in my throat. I hugged my body tighter. This was embarrassing, terrifying, and a bunch of other emotions I wasn’t sure of. But I wanted to do this for him.

“Mr. Weston,” I said calmly, “if I chose to stay with you after this week, then I expect to be rewarded tenfold for what I’m doing now.”

“Ms. Walton,” he said teasingly, “if you should choose to stay with me, then I swear to fulfill your every desire, no matter what it is.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. I slid my hands to my stomach and heard him gasp softly. I was terrified to open my eyes, to see his face. I peeked just a little. His eyes were glued to my body, exploring every inch. Forming a “clear and detailed” memory.

“Ms. Walton, is it alright to hold your hand?” He asked. “Just your hand, I promise to touch nothing else.”

I nodded and moved my hand closer to him. I felt him lace his fingers with mine. It was gentle, warm. Like lovers should be. I felt myself blush slightly as I thought the word “lovers.”

“Goodnight, Jack,” I whispered.

Through our connected hands, I could feel his pulse quicken. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the back of my hand

“Goodnight, Anna,” he murmured. “Please, wait for me.”

I knew what he meant. How long would it be before I saw Jack Weston again? And who would I wake up to tomorrow?