The way her brow creases makes me think there’s more to it than she’s telling me. I’ve seen the way Brad acts with her during their training sessions. I would bet my life on the fact he’s tried it on with her since then and she’s knocked him back.
“So, I’m sleeping in here tonight?” She lifts her brows, a playfulness in her eyes that makes it almost impossible for me not to reach out and pull her closer.
“I want to know where you are.”
“You know, you can just admit it’s because you want to play big spoon.”
“Big spoon?”
She trails her fingers over my bare chest, circling them around my nipple before she moves up to my jaw and runs them along it.
“I remember you sleeping next to me the night Monty was attacked. You held me all night like I was the little spoon.”
A small rumble of amusement rolls out of me. “Did I?”
“You did.” She bites her lower lip, her eyes following her fingers as they dust over my lips. “Of course, that was before you woke up and pushed the giant monster in your pants into me.”
“That wasn’t intentional.” I frown.
She leans closer so her breath tickles my ear. “I still liked it,” she whispers.
She moves back, smiling as I shift position, glancing at the ceiling in an attempt to make the growing erection in my pants less noticeable. I don’t want her to think this is what it’s about— that all I care about is getting off again.
“Denver?”
I turn, and she’s there, pulling my mouth to hers before I can react. I should be stronger. I should make sure I’m completely convinced that she’s okay before I kiss her back. I should do a lot of things.
But fuck, this is Sinclair.
I groan, kissing her back and pushing a hand into her hair until the silky strands spill over my knuckles.
“Sinclair,” I breathe against her lips as she sinks into me, nipping my lower lip with her teeth.
“Don’t stop kissing me, Denver. You’re one hell of a kisser.” She smiles against my mouth.
I groan again, tightening my grip on her hair and wrapping an arm around her waist so I can pull her across my chest. Herhard nipples graze my skin and my dick fights for attention in my sweatpants.
We kiss for so long, like two teenagers who are only just discovering it for the first time, savoring every second, memorizing every pass of one another’s lips against the other.
“This is what it would have been like if we’d dated,” I say, sliding my lips from her mouth and along her jawline.
“What do you mean?” she says, sounding all breathy.
I kiss along her jaw, before settling on her neck, sucking and kissing it, enjoying the little gasps and moans she makes.
“All the kissing first,” I murmur, inhaling the scent of her skin as I kiss beneath her ear. “I’d have kissed you so fucking much. I’d have never done a thing more until you’d told me you were ready. I wouldn’t have taken your virginity, Sinclair. You’d have given it to me when you wanted to. I’d have worshiped you through the whole thing.”
“Denver.” Her voice comes out shaky as she shudders in my arms, her pulse fluttering beneath my lips.
“I’d have made it so good for you, Princess,” I whisper.
“Show me,” she breathes.
I look at the uncharacteristic shyness in her eyes as she blinks at me. Her lips are swollen and pink where I’ve kissed her so much.
“Show me now how it would have been.”
“No, you’re sore. We?—”
