“Maybe not now, but it bothered you then.”
“It did not.”
“Don’t even try to play it like that. This is me you’re talkin’ to.”
“What makes you so sure you know how I was feelin’?”
Because I knew her and could read her moods by her body language. Knew that when she was really happy, she couldn’t sit still, how when she was anxious, she tapped her feet. Knew when she was excited, she would poke and prod whoever she was with, so they were excited, too.
“You crack your knuckles when you’re pissed, and you were doin’ it so much I could hear it before I even got out of the car.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Oh, you think you know me so well, huh?”
Undoubtedly. “I do.”
“You think that’s only one-sided?”
“What do you mean?”
“You might’ve known I was pissed talkin’ to her, but I know you’re gonna need something more than the Winchester brothers to get your mind off everything from today if you have any chance of fallin’ asleep tonight.”
“Is that right?”
“Mhmm…”
“And do you have any ideas on how to do that?”
“A few…” She straddled my lap and settled in, rocking herself against where I was very quickly perking up at her attention. She captured my bottom lip between hers, sucking it into her mouth, her tongue a wet caress that sent shock waves straight to my cock.
I groaned and palmed her ass, pulling her up and against me. Grinding her pussy against where I was hard and aching for her. The last thing we should be doing was fucking again. It only continued blurring that line between friends and whatever the hell we’d become. Made me fall a little bit more for her each time I sank inside.
But fuck if I was going to stop.
“Would these ideas involve us gettin’ naked, by any chance?” I asked against her mouth.
“They might, actually. But since a demon has possessed Owen’s body at some point in the past twenty-four hours?—”
“Or he’s teething,” I said wryly.
“I don’t know. I think mine’s probably more plausible.”
We shared a laugh as Nat leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she rocked over me. “Regardless of the reason, we need to get as much sleep as we can. Because we both know he’ll be wakin’ one of us up in the middle of the night. Which means I need to work my magic.”
The kiss was slow initially. At least until the first swipe of her tongue, and then all bets were off as I sucked her into my mouth. As I cupped her ass, gripping her tight, not wanting to let her go.
By the time she pulled back enough to yank her shirt up and off, we were both trying to catch our breath. Though at that particular point, I didn’t much care if I suffocated. I’d gladly give up oxygen if it meant her lips remained on mine.
She tugged my shirt off me before scrambling with the fly of my jeans, our kisses deep and slow, our hands roving and our names whispered pleas on the other’s lips. Soon enough, she sat astride me, pajama shorts and panties lost somewhere in the room and my cock pulled from the confines of my open fly.
No matter how many times we’d done this, the moment before I sank inside never got old. Breaths ragged, our eyes locked as I held the base of my cock steady for her.
“Climb on up, wifey, and ride me to sleep.”
“Don’t boss me around,” she said, but still, she lifted up, notched me at her entrance, and took me inside her in one slow, steady plunge.
I groaned as Nat’s eyes fluttered closed, her face tipped toward the ceiling, her neck arched back, fingers digging into my chest. Christ, she was beautiful. The flickering light of the TV cast shadows over her skin, the turquoise ends of her hair just brushing across her shoulders, her tits jutting out toward me.
Fuck, when was this going to get old? When would I tire of being inside her? Of feeling her wrapped around me, her mouth breathing me in?
