He didn’t hesitate. “Of course. I’d planned to stay in your guest room anyway. If you gave me a difficult time, I’d have spent the night in my truck.”
He felt a gentle pressure against his semi-hard cock through his slacks. It responded by hardening fully as her fingers curved along his length, slowly rubbing against it. “What if I want you to spend the night in here? In my bed?”
“Elyxandre.” His voice was husky. He tilted her face upward, their eyes locking. “Please don’t take this the wrong way. I would love to act on what you’re doing right now. Two, three days ago, I wouldn’t have questioned it. Tonight? I’d feel like I was taking advantage of you.”
“You think I don’t know what I want?”
“No, I think you definitely want me, and I more than want you. But you’re exhausted and emotionally bankrupt. I need you to want me because you want me, not just because I’m some sort of safety net. Right now, that’s what it would be, and I refuse to have you wake up in the morning and regret what we’ve done for any reason.”
The hand cradling him disappeared, and a sigh escaped from her. “I don’t like it when you make sense.”
He snuggled her into him, a smile on his face. “Go to sleep, woman. We can revisit this discussion in the morning.”
A GIFT OPENED
ELYXANDRE
Around six a.m.,she woke to the feel of two arms around her waist, a warm mouth on her neck, two legs tangled with hers, and a hard length pressing against her backside.
“I thought I was exhausted and emotionally bankrupt,” she whispered through a smile.
“I also said we’d revisit that discussion in the morning. It’s morning.” His lips continued to make love to her neck. “I woke up, and you were so warm and snuggly, I decided to wake you up so we could talk about it.”
“Mmm.” She stretched her neck further away from him so he could have access to whatever he wanted. “Keep talking.”
One of his hands slid from its place around her waist to between her legs and curled around the inside of her thigh. She didn’t resist when he pulled it up over the top of his leg. She felt the soft rasp of his leg hair as he hooked her knee over his thigh, opening her to him, and it was then that she realized sometime in the night, he’d removed his clothes, with the exception of his underwear. Instinctively, she pressed her ass back against him, coming further into contact with his hard cock.
“I don’t know if you were dreaming, or if you were just moving in your sleep, but I woke to this sexy-as-fuck ass rubbing against me. It was more than enough for my cock to take interest and start pushing out of the top of my briefs. You have no idea how difficult it was to keep from sliding both our clothes down just enough to let him push up into you and fuck you awake. But since we haven’t discussed that option, I didn’t want to assume anything.”
She felt his lips latch onto her skin, not enough to mark it, but enough to elicit a groan from her before she ground against him again.
“Just let me make you feel good, El,” he whispered hotly in her ear. “Let me take some of the bad away and replace it with something good. Yes?”
“Please.”
It was all she could manage because as soon as she said that, his hands were dragging her leggings down to her ankles and over her feet, leaving them crumpled at the bottom of the bed under the covers. Clothed only from the waist up, one arm snaked underneath her, reaching up to cup a breast through the thin material of her T-shirt. The other moved her leg back into position over his thigh and cupped her mound, his middle finger sliding between her lower lips, and the fingers on either side of it spreading them. Cool air burst against her clit, making it throb in anticipation.
Rather than rubbing the pad of his finger against it, or around it, or sliding his finger through her already slick pussy, he simply tapped it. Once. She gasped. Twice. She whimpered. A third time. She moaned.
A deep chuckle reverberated against her back. “You like that, Officer Hookstead?”
She shivered. Warm air blew across the shell of her ear with his words.
It had been too long since she’d been touched like this. The orgasms she’d gotten from her own hand, or even a vibrator, had been quick and easy, if lackluster. Her own hand or a toy were merely a means to an end. Mostly, she used self-delivered orgasms to cure a migraine or help her sleep, since that’s what worked for her. The endorphins hit, she came, she passed out. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d gotten herself off.
But what was happening now was not her normal experience. She was ready to go off like a bottle rocket if he tapped those nerves again.
And then he did.
“Lucas!”
Her body tried to fold in on itself, but he wasn’t allowing it. Instead, his hand went back to her thigh, pulling it high and tight against his leg as she tried to buck herself out of his touch.
“You’re not getting away from me, El. That’s it. Ride it out. Let it feel good. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He kept up a constant litany of encouragement and compliments, all of which seemed to extend the waves passing through her systems. When the sensations finally seemed to be ebbing, the hand gripping her thigh loosened, and his fingertips drew lazy, random patterns against the soft skin.
He kissed the top of her head. “Still with me?”
