“I’m so sorry,” he says, sounding not the least bit apologetic. “But it was worth it to see you smile like that.”
A little huff slips out, and I shake my head. “Little Reed, the little shit.”
“I’m Little Reed again, hmm?”
So he did notice my slip.
“When you’re being a little shit? Absolutely.” I boop him on the nose before adding, “Lo is reserved for when you’re making me come.”
He rolls his eyes, but then his smirk pulls into a grin, the same kind I saw yesterday while we were skating—genuine, full, and happy. I could lie here staring at it for hours and never get bored.
Unfortunately, it’s an idea I’ll have to put a pin in, because my alarm chooses to go off, effectively cutting the moment short.After silencing the annoying chirps and dings, I look at him again, finding his gaze still on me.
“We should probably get up,” I murmur, giving his side a little squeeze. “It’s our last day here, you know. Don’t wanna waste it.”
He nods but doesn’t make any attempt to extract himself from where his limbs are still tangled with mine. In fact, he stays perfectly still, other than his teeth worrying his bottom lip.
Reaching up, I use my thumb to gently pull it from where it’s ensnared.
“What is it?”
A soft, resigned sigh leaves him, and he whispers, “Just…another day of the same crap, you know? Staying here instead sounds so much better.”
To further prove his point, he burrows his face into my throat again, this time pressing a soft kiss to the side of my neck. And even though I know it’s snuggle manipulation—to show me how staying in bed is the better option—it damn near works. But I have amuchbetter way to spend our last day in New York, and it starts with breakfast.
“That does sound fun,” I say, “but, unfortunately, we do needfood. So you gotta get up.”
I kiss the side of his head, thinking it might be enough to get his ass in gear, but to no avail. Which is why I poke him in said ass a couple times.
“I can’t get up until you get off me.”
Nope. Still doesn’t move.
If anything, he possibly hugs himself tighter against me. The heat of his skin on mine slowly burns away at my resolve some more, making the idea of starving to death in bed with him actually hold some appeal.
Until his sass comes out and ruins it.
“You say that as if you don’t have four inches and probablyforty pounds on me. You could make me move if you really—Cam!”
My name comes out a little squeaky when I grab him at the hips, only for him to start laughing when I use my hold to flip us, pinning him beneath me. It’s quite similar to the position I had him in at one point last night, and from the way I can feel his dick stirring against my own, he’s likely thinking the same thing.
“You’re right. I could. Just did, actually,” I whisper against his jaw, only to place a kiss there. “Now, are you gonna get up on your own, or are you gonna make me drag you out of bed?”
His gaze is searing when I pull back, his desire licking at me like the flames of a fire.
“You sure I can’t convince you for a repeat of last night instead?”
I grin before pressing another kiss to his jaw. “Not a chance.”
He groans as I quickly pull away, needing to get out of arm’s reach before he chips away my willpower completely. His glare is cute as hell, though, especially as he watches me adjust my morning wood after pulling on my sweats.
“A shame not to put that to use, you know.”
A laugh slips out at yet another attempt to lure me back into bed. “Maybe, but up until last night, I’ve gone two months without sex. You’re not gonna win this one, Little Reed.”
With a huff, he begrudgingly gives up his crusade by peeling himself from the mattress.
We both dress and get ready for the day rather quickly—me taking a little longer to wash off the little bits of cum still dried on my stomach—before heading out into the living room to find the rest of his family.
