But because of all the years growing up hearing the guys in and around the club talking about chicks wanting to sleep over, and how they had to kick them out so they didn’t ‘get ideas.’
That was a main reason I never slept over at a guy’s house. And never let one spend the night in my bed. We could hang out before and after, but there was no sharing a bed, no cuddling, no letting any man think I was ‘getting ideas’ that they needed to shut down.
This was different, I tried to convince myself as I snatched the yellow blanket Colter had bought me off the bed. The stupid thing had quickly become a bit of a security blanket for me. Something about the soft edge against my cheek seemed to calm me right down.
But I wasn’t using it for comfort right then.
I was using it as defense.
I was going to cocoon myself in it—arms and legs—so I didn’t accidentally give in to the desire that swirled around in my stomach and was sure to intensify as we got close in that queen-sized bed his body was already swallowing up all on his own.
“Are you watchingMatlock?” I asked when I walked to the other side of the bed.
“Used to fall asleep to classic TV shows as a kid. Still works when I’m in a weird place and have trouble falling asleep.”
“My dad watched all the old shows too.”
“Want me to turn it off?” Colter asked, already reaching for the remote.
“No. No. I actually kind of liked them.”
I got on the bed, then spread the blanket over myself and kind of rolled around until it was securely under both sides of my body, trapping me like a swaddled baby.
“You good?” he asked, shooting me a smirk.
He was way, way too close.
My heart fluttered.
“Yep,” I said, forcing my gaze away from that face of his and focusing on the TV instead.
Eventually, he was proven right.
A body was a body.
I did pass right out.
The problem?
The body in question was very tempting.
Even in sleep.
And I woke up damn near on top of him.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Colter
Yeah, so her chastity burrito lasted all of, I dunno, an hour.
I hadn’t been able to fall back to sleep with her so close—that coconut and pineapple scent of her filling my nose, her body warm against my arm.
So I’d been wide awake when she let out a loud grumble and flung her arms until she freed them from the blanket.
Then it was inch by inch.
First, she rolled toward me.
