He adjusted his position a little, and my eyes closed as his hand brushed my lower belly.
He was going to touch me.
Thank god.
The last thing I wanted to do was get on my bike or go for a swim.
"We shouldn't," I whispered, though I wanted it desperately.
"Why not?" His fingers stroked me, a few inches above where I really wanted them.
I tried to come up with something, but my exhausted brain was sluggish, and my head still kind of ached.
"Don't know," I finally admitted.
"Let me take care of you so we can go back to sleep. Fingers only."
"Mmkay."
He pulled one of my legs over his thighs, opening me up wider, and finally found my clit.
The brush of his fingers to my most sensitive part felt like a fucking work of art.
This time, when I neared the edge, he dragged me over it.
Again.
And.
Again.
Until I was so slick and exhausted, I managed to fall asleep with his fingers buried inside me as he held my center like he owned it.
Maybe he did.
Maybe he always had.
The next timeI opened my eyes, my heart was pounding so viciously that I gasped as I sat up quickly, rolling into Niall hard enough to make him grunt.
My magic was going haywire. I sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.
"Easy, Livvy. You're safe. We're good."
I stared blearily at the clock.
8:06.
I'd only woken up once in the middle of the night.
I'd slept for damn near seven hours.
I silently took stock of my body, and for once, I feltrested.
That never happened.
Not since I threw Niall's stuff out, at least.
He moved a little, not complaining about the fact that I was sitting on half of his body.
