“Morning,” he mumbles, and I had no idea a guy’s raspy morning voice could create such a visceral reaction in me, buthere I am trying my hardest not to turn over and hump him like some kind of feral animal.
“Morning,” I whisper back, proud that my voice doesn’t crack.
The heat of his body pressed against mine is doing absolutely nothing to help my self-control. I can feel him, hard and solid against my hip, and my brain short-circuits.
“You sleep okay?” he asks, lips brushing the back of my shoulder.
“Mhhmm,” I manage.
I don’t see his head lift, but I know it has when the sheets rustle. “Are you lying to me, Liv? Did I snore?”
“No, you were the perfect sleeping buddy…”
The pause speaks louder than my truth. He was an A-star sleeping buddy, but if he presses up against me with that weapon again, I can’t be responsible for my actions.
“But?”
I mean, he asked, so… I roll my ass back into his hardness, and the grunt-slash-groan I earn from that movement alone is worth every ounce of embarrassment. But then his hand flexes on my stomach, and I swear he pulls me closer for a second.
“Olivia,” he rasps into my hair, a plea and a warning tangled together.
“You know I love it when you call me by my full name… that and what you called me last night.”
“Gatinha?”
I moan a noise and roll my hips once more, getting another hiss from him. “Yes, that.”
“You’re playing with fire,” he says, and his hips shift just enough that I feel all of him, thick and hot through the thin barrier of fabric.
Good. Burn me.
I bite down on a smile, forcing myself to keep my voice light even though my pulse is sprinting. “Maybe I like the heat.”
The low curse he breathes against the back of my neck has my entire body lighting up. His restraint is obvious, every muscle in his body tight with the effort to not give in, and suddenly I want to see just how far I can push him before that control snaps.
Silence stretches, hot and thick, until I think maybe I’ve gone too far. Then his teeth graze the edge of my shoulder, and he exhales something between a laugh and a growl.
“Quero tanto você,”I want you so much,he murmurs, the word drawn out, sinful in his accent. “One more move like that and I won’t be able to stop.”
“Just one more?” I tease.
His breath catches, then his forehead presses against the back of my neck like he’s praying for strength.
“Você vai ser o meu fim,” he hisses, low and wrecked.You’ll be the end of me.
The sound of it thrums through me, dangerous and intoxicating, and I can’t help but roll my hips again, slower this time, deliberate. His groan is guttural, torn straight from his chest, and my body answers like it’s been waiting for this exact note all along.
And then, just as I pluck up the courage to turn, the buzzer goes for our door.
The sound is jarring, shrill against the haze we’ve spun ourselves into. Jay swears under his breath, the rumble vibrating through my spine.
“Are you kidding me?” I mutter, every nerve in my body screaming at the interruption.
The buzzer goes again, longer this time, impatient.
Jay exhales, ragged. “I’ll get it.”
And just like that, our potential sex bubble pops. I flop onto my back, staring at the ceiling like maybe if I play dead, whoever’s at the door will go away.
