And this is what you call casual?
I’m sure he’s getting tired of me questioning him on this, but he’s confusing the fuck out of me. He wants to fall asleep with me in his arms, even if we don’t have sex first? Absolutelynothingabout that seems casual to me.
If this is how guys think, then no wonder I’m perpetually confused about them sending the wrong message!
Aidan
Give me your room number so we can both go to sleep. Please.
Morgan
Well, since you asked nicely, it’s 4312. I’m right across from the stairwell at the end.
Aidan
Be there in 2 min.
Sure enough, I’ve barely finished brushing my teeth when he’s knocking on my door. A quick kiss to my forehead, and then he’s stripping my clothes off and pulling his own T-shirt off to slip it over my head before he drags me to bed. Nothing shocks me more than the way he wraps his arm around me and pulls my back against his chest, and says, “Goodnight, baby.”
His steady breathing is instantaneous, and grows slower and deeper against my hair as he drifts off to sleep. I know it in the way his arm relaxes around me, and his body softens behind mine. I wish I was half as relaxed as he is, but his presence has me so keyed up, I’m not sure how long it will take me to fall asleep.
Idon’t know if my own moan wakes me up, or the intense throbbing between my legs. But as I crack my eyes open, letting them adjust to the dim light filtering through the edges of the curtains, it’s instantly clear to me why I’m so turned on. Aidan’s hand is in my underwear, his fingertips resting against my clit. I’m not sure if he’s even awake, but when his hand twitches and rubs right across that sensitive bundle of nerves, I can’t control the way my hips jerk in response, or the breathy sigh that escapes.
“Well, good morning.” His voice is rough and low. Tendrils of his breath caress my skin behind my ear and coast over my cheek as his hand freezes.
“Morning,” I croak out the word through a throat already tight with longing.
He slides a finger along my seam, where it easily glides through the moisture pooling there. “You always wake up so wet and turned on?”
“Only when someone’s hand finds its way into my underwear in my sleep.”
“That happen often?” There’s an edge to his voice that makes me think he doesn’t like that idea.
“There’s a first time for everything.” I’ve never woken up turned on like this, except with him.
“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss to the back of my head as the pad of his finger meets my clit, circling over it and drawing another moan from the back of my throat. I’m so turned on, I’m already halfway there.
“I’m already close,” I say.
“I can tell.” He increases the pressure and my breathing grows shallow and quick as I chase that orgasm. When it doesn’t come immediately, he flips me onto my back and spreads my knees, settling himself on his stomach as he dips his face to my center. “God, I missed this.”
I can’t even respond because he slips two fingers into me and curls them up as his tongue toys with my clit, stealing my breath. The sensations are too strong, too good, and the heat spreads from my core through my veins until it feels like electrical pulses are shooting through me, exploding every nerve in their wake. My whole body feels weightless, like I’m floating through space while disintegrating, turning into stardust.
My legs collapse to the side as my orgasm subsides, and he looks up at me with a shit-eating grin.
“Get up here,” I mumble, my eyes half-closed. “I want to taste you, too.”
“Can’t. My alarm is about to go off?—”
“How do you know?”
“I always wake up ten minutes before it’s set, no matter what time that is.”
“You’re a freak of nature,” I say, the words slow as the tiredness overcomes me.
“I’m your freak though,” he says with a laugh, and my eyes fly open at the implication that he’s mine. That can’t be what he meant.
“You have...” I circle my finger in the air, vaguely in the direction of his face. “. . .meall over your beard. You should probably wash your face before you see your teammates.”
