He shifts but doesn’t wake up. So I cuddle closer, finding comfort in his warmth. I really don’t want to disturb his sleep, something I desperately need myself. He’ll wake up, find me here, and realize what else I want come morning. I’ll deal with my mortification at what I’ve done then.
I lay my cheek against his broad back, inhale his masculine scent, and begin to breathe slowly, matching his tempo and finally relaxing enough to fall asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Jason
Iwake upsurrounded by heat. Not normal heat, where my comforter is too hot or the temperature is too high, but warm heat covering me. Suspecting but not wanting to assume, I open my eyes.
I lay on my back, my arm around Faith, her head in the crook of my arm, her knee across my body… and her pussy pressing against my thigh.
She is naked.
And since I normally wake up with a hard-on, it is no surprise that this morning’s is extra… hard. To say I’m shocked she is here is an understatement. To find her naked is a sweet surprise I don’t want to question.
And yet I have to.
I kiss her lips once, twice, and wait for her to wake up.
Finally, sleepy green eyes open and meet my gaze. “Hi,” she says, her cheeks turning an adorable pink.
“Hi?” I deliberately phrase it as a question.
“I guess you’re wondering what I’m doing here?”
I chuckle. “That would be one of my questions.”
“I had a nightmare and I didn’t want to be alone.” She draws a deep breath. “And since you told me you wanted me once and since you kissed me last night, I decided to tell you what I wanted.”
“By getting naked.” I don’t want to focus on the fact that she has nightmares. The idea of her hurting and afraid guts me.
“By getting naked.” A sudden playful, wicked gleam flickers in her eyes. “Can you think of a better way to express myself?”
I now have confirmation of both her desire and her consent. I won’t be taking advantage of a woman in a vulnerable situation, one who is relying on me, who is unsure of what she wants. That’s why I sent her to bed last night. So I didn’t act on the raging desire to pick up where we left off with that kiss after she was afraid. She’s now had an entire night to reconsider. She is all in.
Which means the mental restraints that have been holding me back are gone. I slide my arm out from beneath her, raise myself up, and cover her body with my own. My cock is cushioned between her thighs, my entire body on high alert.
Hands braced on either side of her head, I push myself up and look into her eyes. They’ve grown hazy with need. One that is matched by the pulsing desire thrumming through my veins.
“I take it you’re not mad?” A hint of vulnerability sounds in her voice.
I can’t tear my gaze from her full lips. Lips I want to devour again. Answering her question is easy. “A naked woman I want crawls into my bed. No, I’m not mad.” I let out a low laugh that comes out sounding more like a growl of need. “Besides, does itfeellike I’m mad?” I swivel my hips and grind my cock into her sex.
She whimpers with need, and I dip my head and press my lips against hers. Tasting her fills something inside me, an emptiness I wasn’t aware existed. Just like finding her on the side of the road feltimportant, so, too, does this moment.
She opens her mouth and lets me in. Warmth and need surround me, along with a dizzying sensation that this is right. I kiss her long and hard before lifting my head and pushing my body down lower, needing to taste her everywhere.
“Do you taste sweet, candy girl?” I ask, swiping a tongue over her nipple.
She shudders, and I go to work, teasing the bud that tightens with every lick, suck, and graze of my teeth. She threads her fingers into my hair and pushes my head down, silently asking for more. I bite down lightly on that pebbled nipple, then lick my way across her chest and over her other breast until I find the other one, giving it the same at times tender, at other times torturous treatment.
She moans, pulling at my hair. “Jase, that feels so good.”
So she likes nipple play, does she? Could she come from that alone? Not many women can. I haven’t been with any, but she is rubbing herself against me and urging me on. Willing to do anything to please her, I suckle on her nipple, cupping the other full breast in my hand and tweaking it with my thumb and forefinger. First hard, then soft, my hand plays with her while my mouth works on the other breast.
I take my time, enjoying how she moans and writhes beneath me. My cock is so fucking hard, teasing her sex and torturing me at the same time, but that isn’t my focus. Not yet.
I lift my head and begin to rub her nipples gently, looking into her eyes. “Come for me, sweetness. I want to see you find pleasure.”
