For all he knows, you’ve been sleeping for a long time.
He moves into the bathroom where I hear him brush his teeth and remove his suit that he’s required to wear to and from the arena.
Everything is fine. No need to worry about what’s going on.He thinks you’re asleep. Just stay still and everything will be okay.
I let out a slow breath, not wanting to be detected but wanting to calm my racing nerves and, when he leaves the bathroom and comes into the bedroom, I mentally prepare myself.
This is it.
As still as still can be.
Maybe add a little snore to make it believable . . . wait no, don’t do that.
He slips into the bed and then to my utter surprise and shock, he places his arm around me, his palm to my stomach, and he drags me across the bed and right into his chest.
His mouth falls to my ear as he lightly whispers, “You belong here.”
My breath catches in my chest as his hand slides under my shirt and his warm palm presses against my stomach.
Okay, was not expecting that.
Well, that’s okay, we can work with this. So he likes to spoon. The man probably—
Oh God, did he just swipe at my boob with his thumb?
I hold my breath as I wait in anticipation to see if he does it again.
When he doesn’t, I realize I was imagining it.
There was no swipe.
It must have been the fabric of my shirt—
His thumb drags across my breast again and this time, I know it was intentional because he pulls me in even closer, his erection pressing against my ass.
And that’s all it takes.
A wave of arousal pulses through me as his mouth finds my ear and he asks, “Why are you wearing clothes?”
Because I’m the fool who thinks that we can forget about what happened last night. In reality, we can’t forget about it at all.
His hand moves out from under my shirt, which makes me want to protest, but then, his dexterous fingers start unbuttoning my silk top.
“This should not be on you,” he says as he makes his way up to the top. I don’t even think I can unbutton my shirt that fast yet, he does it with one hand.
When he’s done, he parts the shirt open, exposing my breasts, and he cups one of them in his rough, calloused hand. I try to hold back, but I groan as I press my ass into his erection.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby. I knew you weren’t sleeping.”
Of course I wasn’t, how could I, knowing he was going to slip into bed with me?
He circles my nipple lightly with his fingers while he kisses my neck, and the combination of the two has me throbbing between my legs—something I now know this devilish man has over me. I know how amazing he can make me feel and, even though I’m out of my mind with confusion, there is one thing I know for sure. I want him to make me come again.
Once he circles my nipple a few more times until it’s completely hard, he pinches it with his index finger and thumb, rolling the sensitive nub and causing me to gasp.
“I fucking love your tits,” he says as he moves to the other one. I roll to my back an inch, giving him better access. “I could play with them for hours.”
I could come from him just playing with them.
