She reached the bottom and crossed the space between them.
He set the Glock back under the couch, then stretched out. The couch was small, but she managed to lay half on top of him, one arm slipping around his waist.
For a single second, he just lay there, caught up in her scent and the feel of her warmth and soft curves around him. Then he pulled himself together and wrapped his arm around her. A small hum slipped from her chest.
She needed him just like he needed her. Even in her sleep, she sought him out.
There was no running from this for either of them.
* * *
Warmth wrappedaround Sky’s body. It tried to keep her asleep. To lull her back into the dream about Becket. About lying on the couch with him, his arms around her like a thick blanket.
She wriggled back into the heat…only to freeze. Something hard pressed into her butt. Something that felt an awful lot like—
Her eyes popped open, but it wasn’t her bedside table and lamp in front of her. It was the coffee table. She was in the living room on her couch, and Becket was wrapped around her like a damn pretzel.
Shit. It hadn’t been a dream. She’d walked her butt all the way downstairs, right into his arms…again.
Had he woken up? Of course he had. So why hadn’t he sent her back to bed?
Well, that was a stupid question.Hehadn’t been the one who wanted to break up.
His arm was heavy around her waist, and when his thumb grazed her belly, hot liquid pooled between her thighs.
No. No, no, no. She should not be getting turned on by his erection pressing into her or his thumb on her belly. She needed to be immune to all of it.
Time to get up, Sky.
But she didn’t move. He was so warm, and he felt so dang good.
Goddammit, Sky. Get the heck up!
She clenched her teeth and was still mid pep talk when his mouth suddenly touched her neck. A gentle kiss pressed to her skin, the graze of his day-old stubble making her skin tingle.
A stifled groan tried to slip from her lips.
“Mm, you taste good in the morning,” he moaned.
The deep gravel of his voice made the throbbing in her lower belly intensify. “I should get up.”
“Should you?” Another kiss, this time behind her ear exactly where he knew she liked.
“Y-yes.” Damn her lack of conviction.
Because her traitorous body had a mind of its own, she wiggled her butt into him, and he growled.
“You’re killing me, honey.”
He kissed her again, and she reached back and slipped her fingers through his hair. It exposed more of her neck, and he took advantage, peppering kisses across her skin.
The hand on her belly wasn’t moving, so she set her palm on top of his. She told herself she was trying to remove his hand from her body, but then, almost of its own accord, her hand started guiding his down.
The closer he grew to the apex of her thighs, the more the throbbing in her lower belly intensified.
Slowly, so slowly it stole her breath, he slipped his fingers inside her panties. Her thighs parted and he swiped her clit.
It was like a bolt of lightning through her body, and her head tossed back into his chest.
