I would be his Neverland forever.
And he would be my rebellious Peter Pan.
10
“I wished I could just cling to him forever.”
Selene
I shifted on the fluffy bed.
Soft blankets warmed my body, and my eyelids refused to open up. I felt worn-out and sleepy. It was so nice there with my nose buried in Neil’s pecs and one leg tucked between his, that I wished I could just cling to him forever. I opened my eyes slowly just to be really certain that I wasn’t dreaming. When I saw that he was truly there, sleeping next to me, I smiled and breathed in his delicious smell.
Shower gel, smoke, and sex.
I exhaled gently, trying not to wake him, even as a shiver of lust went down my back when I saw his every sensual angle pressed against me.
Neil lay beside me, naked and with no protective barriers. I could have taken the opportunity to coax him into another round of lovemaking. The thought of it made me blush, and my nipples, stiffened by my lewd desires, poked into his chest.
He moved very slightly, and only then did I notice his arm slung over my side.
Neil was holding me prisoner, like a dark angel who wanted to trap meinside his eternal damnation. Delighted to have slept beside him, I tried to absorb all the heat that his body could transmit to mine.
He was breathing slowly, his plush mouth slightly swollen from our kisses.
I studied every part of his face: the masculine jaw, the symmetrical nose, and the catlike eyes. I also spotted a tiny mole right below his left eye, and I was proud of myself for having noticed it, despite how minuscule it was.
In sleep, his forehead relaxed. Gone was the little furrow that formed between his eyebrows and made his expression look so perpetually sullen.
I laughed, thinking about how innocent Neil looked in sleep, if nowhere else.
Then, his eyelids fluttered, and I gasped.
What would he have thought if he’d caught me staring slack-jawed at him? Fortunately, I didn’t think he’d seen anything. I watched him yawn like a lion waking from a long nap, then he lifted his arms upward and stretched all his muscles. The sheet slipped all the way down to the V around his groin, and I tracked its movement carefully. Another inch and I would have seen him totally bare, because Neil wasn’t wearing boxers as he stretched out next to me. I was highly anticipating that I’d see him au naturel in the next few moments.
“Hey, Tinkerbell.” His voice was nothing short of incredible first thing in the morning—low and somehow even deeper, so weathered it sounded like it belonged to a much older man. I blushed like an idiot and felt my heart galloping in my chest. Impossible though it was, Neil always provoked the craziest feelings…
“Good morning, Mr. Disaster,” I whispered shyly. I wanted to move closer to him for a kiss or maybe even a cuddle, but I forced myself to stay where I was.
With Neil, I was never quite sure where the line was.
He didn’t want a relationship; that much was clear to me, but could I at least show him the kind of affection that a woman in love would show her man?
I didn’t know, and I was afraid he’d feel pressured if I asked him.
I had to appreciate the little bits Neil was giving me without pushing him or trying to accelerate his timeline.
I should have been trying to be spontaneous, behaving freely, but instead…
There I sat, covering my breasts with a sheet, my head already too busy with thoughts.
I touched my hair, which felt tangled under my fingers, before my distracted gaze caught on something completely unexpected. My eyes went wide as I stared at Neil’s crotch area, where a notable, extremely robust bulge was barely concealed by the sheet. I leaned in for a better look, and…yep.
That was a for-real giant erection.
“Ah, it’s that time again. I like to call it the Morning Glory.” He patted himself between the legs over the sheet to put himself back in order, but that just ended up highlighting his erect cock.
I could not breathe.
