“Did you ever think we’d end up in the same bed?”
How honest was I supposed to be about that? “Hoped more than thought,” I said with an awkward laugh.
“I thought about it.” She rotated slowly and curled an arm over my ribs, the other tucked between us. “Way more than I should have. I don’t know how many of those thoughts were true and not just fantasy to make myself feel better.”
“Fantasy?” My voice nearly broke forcing that word off my tongue, my mind running a mile a minute.
“Dreams, mostly. When I’d wake up alone after those nights, I’d be twice as disappointed.”
“Why?”
“I hate waking up alone. If the bed was empty when I opened my eyes, traitorous thoughts would start banging cymbals in my head.”
“What kind of thoughts?”
“That you’d never let me wake up alone.”
Well, I suddenly had a new life mission.
“I’ll be here when you wake up,” I promised.
Her purr rumbled away. “I believe you.”
She toyed with the fabric of my T-shirt, drawing patterns on my chest. My dick was hard to the point of weeping, but that was information I intended to keep to myself. I could suffer through the night.
“Jude,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“You could kiss me again, if you wanted to.”
My laugh startled both of us. “I’m sorry, it’s just, ‘if I wanted to’? In what universe would Inotwant to?”
“I don’t know. I was trying not to be presumptuous.”
“That’s fair, but I would say it’s pretty safe to assume I’ll always want to kiss you.”
She lifted her head, pouting at me. “You say that, but my lips remain unkissed.”
“Lucky for you, I have excellent problem-solving skills for that.” I dove in, her mouth as sweet as the first time. It wasn’t a single kiss by any means, not when she hooked her fingers over the collar of my shirt and flattened her chest to mine.
Holy fucking shit. Was I actually making out with my dream girl right now?
Her whimper and attempt to drag me closer assured me of that glorious reality. Madison rolled over, pulling me with her while I tried to keep my dick from getting too many ideas. Apparently Madison wasn’t of the same mind.
Her fingers slipped beneath my shirt and onto my lower back, nails lightly scraping before holding firmly on my waistband, trying to tug my hips closer.
Okay, I could be cool about this.
I was in possession of a modicum of self-control. How long that would last was anyone’s guess.
Her scent was a delicious fog, filling my lungs and unravelling the internal leashes holding my self-control. It didn’t affect me quite as strongly as an alpha, or at least that was what studies had determined, but I wasn’t sure I believed those right now.
Madison was mine. And, beta or not, I was hers.
I surrendered to her insistence and hovered above her. She stared up at me in the low lighting, hair fanned around her, lips parted, her chest in real danger of escaping the confines of her pajama top.
She obviously caught the direction of my gaze and tugged down one strap, then the other, inching everything out of the way. Desire was like the boom of a cannon as I sank against her with a groan.
