That felt nicer.
Once he had my nightie bunched at my ribs, skin to skin, his hand curved around my waist and his nose tweaked my earlobe.
And…damn.
That felt even nicer.
Swimming in all that was him, still groggy, it took a lot out of me to say, “I need to go brush my teeth.”
Like I’d given him the invitation, he dragged the edge of his teeth along a cord of my neck.
That felt so nice, I trembled.
“Make no mistake, baby, I want you,” he said into the hollow of my throat, and as if I didn’t feel it (when I totally did), he pushed in with his hand at my waist even as he pressed in with his hips, and I felt just how much he wanted me.
Le sigh.
“But that’s gonna happen when you’re in this with me,” he murmured. “Cognitively. Decisively. I’m not takin’ that from you until you know you’re ready to give it.”
Blearily, Dreamer sighed, I just love him so much.
Logic was either still asleep, or she had nothing to say.
Gabe trailed his mouth up my throat (dayum, that beard, I’d never had a man with a beard, and I was riding the fence about us being an us like a demented cowgirl, but I still hoped Gabe never shaved his). He opened his mouth over my chin and took a sexy bite that sent a shiver down the insides of my thighs, before he came up even farther.
He rested his forehead against mine, his nose against mine, and whispered, “Cute as fuck how you sleep like a cat, but hate it hard, even unconscious, that you close yourself off like you’re protecting yourself from the world.”
You would think having an observant, insightful man in your sphere would be good.
But it could be inconvenient.
I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead tight against his.
He trailed his fingers lightly along the skin above the waistband of my panties.
And there it was.
He gave me way, way, way more nice.
I opened my eyes, fitted myself closer to his stiff cock and watched with unadulterated awe as the blue of his eyes grew heated and lazy at the same time.
“How far did I get in last night?” he asked quietly.
Not far enough! Dreamer complained.
Yawning, Logic asked, What am I missing?
“You made sense,” I said.
“Good.”
I took in a deep breath, held it, thought about it, and made a terrifying decision.
“I’m scared,” I admitted the obvious.
He smoothed a hand over my hip and bunched my hair in the other one.
“I know.”
