She’s not going to make this easy on me, is she?
Nova draws back the sheets and unceremoniously strips down to nothing.
Fuck me.
I inhale sharply.
I want to stride across the room, cover her lips with mine, and take her.
But I can’t, and I fucking hate my life right now.
If Luca hadn’t been at the party, things might be different. She’d still be drunk, but at least I’d know she wants me. She’s wanted me what feels like thousands of times before. But after what transpired, I can’t be certain.
I need to hear it from her lips that we’re okay.
That we’ll get through this together.
That conversation has to come when she’s sober.
When she has time to truly decide if I’m what she still wants after Luca’s outburst.
Because I won’t drive a wedge between her and her family.
“Are you coming … to bed?” she says with a wicked smile. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, her perky breasts staring right at me, her pussy begging to be tasted.
My mouth is dry.
My cock throbbing to be touched by her hand, her lips, her pussy wrapped tight around my shaft.
“Climb into bed,” I command.
The smile is ever-present on her face as she walks the two steps backward and lies down, waiting for me.
I know her bedroom like my own. I open the second drawer and grab a pair of pajamas for her to wear, bringing them to the bed.
“Clothes?” Her bright smile turns quickly into a scowl as she pouts.
“In case Zeke tears into your room in the morning.” I help her get her arms into the tank top, and then she wiggles her pajama shorts on herself.
“I hate you,” she grumbles at me.
I don’t take her words to heart. I can’t. Because if I did, they’d burn me, and I’d never get to sleep tonight.
“Lie back down.” I shut off the bedroom light and then sit at the edge of her bed, the mattress dipping from my weight as I pull the covers up around her.
She huffs and rolls onto her side, facing away from me.
I can’t tell if she’s mad or acting angry because I made her put on her pajamas. I didn’t intentionally reject her tonight, not in the way that she’s certainly acting.
I’m just hoping it is her performing, and she’s being her tenacious self and not truly mad at me.
“Scoot over,” I whisper, and she shifts slightly, giving me barely enough room as I curl up behind her. The covers are an added layer between us, but I don’t mind it tonight.
My arm drapes over her side, my breath against the back of her neck as I curl up against her body as best I can.
“You’re such a tease,” she mumbles. “Climb into bed with me. I promise I won’t bite.”
I laugh under my breath. “I might.”
