Not yet.
She was pressed against me with her wild curls spread across my shoulder. Her lips were slightly parted, her body warm and heavy with sleep, and I couldn’t stop looking at her.
I traced the edges of her lips.
I’d always been fascinated by her mouth.
It was expressive and told the story of her heart without the need for a single word.
I knew when she was mad. When she was scared. When she was happy. Or feeling shy.
All I had to do was peek at her mouth to see how she was feeling.
Right now she was happy in her sleep, if the tiny, satisfied curl at the edge of her lips was any indication.
She was so beautiful it almost made me ache. And I was also hard enough to drive nails, because she smelled like sex, and every instinct I had was screaming at me to wake her up slow and sweet and give her a howdy sunshine morning greeting.
But I’dpromised.
Thirty days.
No sex.
It had sounded like a long time when she said it.
Now it felt like a clock ticking down.
I was already regretting that agreement with every fiber of my being.
When her eyes finally blinked open and found mine, I smiled down at her.
“Morning, gorgeous,” I rumbled, stroking my hand through her hair.
She looked up at me for a moment, still soft with sleep, and then a small smile pulled at her lips. “Amos. Holy shit. I can’t believe what we did last night.”
“Mmm. I can.” I kissed her hair. “And I understand the purpose of the after-fuck cuddle now. But I don’t think I’d want to do this with justanywoman.”
I paused, then rumbled, “But I like it with you.”
The words came out easier than they should have. Even though I wasn’t entirely sure what they meant yet.
She raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve reallynevercuddled with a woman after sex? What’s the difference between this and a couch cuddle?”
Heat crawled up the back of my neck.
“That’sspecial. I only do that with you.”
“Are you teasing me right now, Amos Nelson?”
“Naw. Did I say something funny?”
She gave me a curious look, then sat up after a moment and stretched, the movement pulling her shirt up over her gorgeous thighs.
And I watched her with absolutely zero shame, my cock already trying to decide how to spend the next twenty minutes.
But sweet Shelly-Rae had snuck that no-sex clause in, so I kept those thoughts to myself.
“I can let the guys know to stay out of the showers for a bit,” I offered. “If you want to clean up.”
