Then she leaned forward, her forehead pressed against my arm, her warm breath on my skin.
After that, her leg slid up, slipping between mine, her ankle hooking mine.
Little by little, she scooched closer and closer until, eventually, she had her head shoved up under my chin, her head on my chest, her hand resting over my heart, and her thigh across my waist.
My arm automatically curled around her hips, anchoring her to me. But she had no intention of moving. Once she was on top of me, she finally settled into a deeper sleep.
While I lay awake.
Desire ricocheting off every nerve ending.
I had to keep praying she didn’t wake up because my cock was hard and straining against the thin material of my pajama pants. Thanks to the way she was draped over me, she would have felt me near the juncture of her thighs if she startled awake.
The problem was, each time I got the desire under control and I passed back out again, she’d wiggle a little in her sleep, I was awake, and the process began all over again.
I was glad I got some sleep before she came into the room because once she was in the bed, I got maybe only two broken hours.
Then the sun was streaming in… and she was starting to stir.
I needed to get out from under her.
Because that wiggle of her hips as she stretched took me from semi to fully hard in a damn blink.
I felt it the moment she realized where her plan to stay cocooned on her side of the bed had failed spectacularly. Her whole body stiffened. Her breath sucked inward.
Then she very slowly tried to move, likely thinking I was still asleep and she could slip away without me ever knowing what happened.
But the second she tried to move her leg from my hip, she felt my cock press against her.
A surprised whimper escaped her.
She sucked in a slow breath, tried to move, but it only happened again.
This time, she gave in to the need and dropped down a little, rocking ever so slightly against me.
Judging by the muffled sound, she was pressing her lips together, but I knew a suppressed moan when I heard one.
This wasn’t part of my plan.
I genuinely just wanted to share the bed with her, to show her that she could be close to me without any expectations. That we could share intimacy that had nothing to do with sex.
But here we were.
Still, I kept my hands to myself.
Until she did another wiggle as her breathing went quick and shallow.
That was about all I had left of my self-control.
I reached for her hips, pulling until she moved to straddle me.
Her head whipped up, eyes round, likely feeling caught doing something she didn’t think she should.
But one buck of my hips against her had that concern slipping away, replaced by heavy-lidded need.
So I did another.
And another.
