She moved her hips again just a little, like she was trying to get more comfortable, but she was actually working my fingertips closer to her clit. When that didn’t work, she heaved a deep breath, moving her breast in my hand like she could tempt me into groping her.
I could tease her into begging, but I wanted her to just fucking admit that even if she was mad at me, she still wanted this.
“Are you ready to tell me what you want?” I said.
“Fuck you.”
I pulled her tighter against me, shifting to get comfortable because it was clear we’d reached a stalemate.
“Go to sleep,” I said, hearing the frustration in my voice.
I don’t know how long we lay there wanting each other with a chasm of broken trust keeping us apart, but Maia eventually shuffled to get comfortable rather than wiggling to drive me mad, and then she fell into what felt like a deep sleep. Her breathing slowed and she didn’t stir when I adjusted my arm to tuck her against my shoulder.
I felt more grounded holding her as she slept than I’d felt in years.
29
MAIA
Now
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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the big body pressed against my back, one arm thrown over me and a leg tucked between mine.
Zane.
I’d slept with Zane. Actuallysleptlike a normal, functioning human. I didn’t know what time it was, but from the bright sun filtering through the edges of the curtains and the loose, rested feeling filtering throughme, I’d gotten a decent amount of sleep.
Is this what it feels like to be a human who sleeps?All the sleeping people have no idea that they’re walking around with superpowers.
Speaking of superpowers, I gave the orgasms credit for the sleep I got on the plane, but I’d refused to give in to him last night, and still somehow managed to sleep.
How could he both soothe me and rile me up at the same time? Was it because when I was mad at him I couldn’t spiral about all the other stuff in my life? It was like he was some kind of conduit for pulling the anxiety out of me, or at least somehow magically letting me get enough sleep that it quieted to a soft hum.
I felt amazing. This bed was the height of luxury with crisp, white sheets and a fluffy down comforter that made me feel like a little kid cuddling a cloud. But I wasn’t cuddling a cloud. I was cuddling a man…a big, virile man who I was feeling significantly less angry with this morning.
I hadn’t given in to him last night, but I’d secretly hoped he would give in to me, would push me like he had on the plane without taking no for an answer. I could give myself permission to make bad choices by pretending I didn’t have a safe word and that he was the one calling the shots.
Maybe I could push him to it today…
I ground back into him subtly. He didn’t move and his breathing didn’t change, but his cock almost immediately got hard. I could pretend I’d been asleep the whole time when he woke up and act like he was the horny one with his boner pressing against me.
When I gently guided his hand to my boob, he sucked a gasping breath of air into his lungs and grabbed me so tightly it scared me for a second. He looked around the room frantically with eyes that were open, but obviously not really processing anything. It was almost like he was sleepwalking. He looked so scared I had to do something.
“Baby, you’re okay! You’re okay. You’re in a hotel room.”
He looked down at me and I saw the second he fully regained consciousness and realized where he was.
I stroked his cheek and looked into his eyes as he breathed slowly in and out. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”
I don’t know who initiated the kiss, but suddenly my mouth was on his and my hand was tangled in his hair, feeling like I couldn’t get enough. I’d refused to say the words he wanted me to, but my body couldn’t lie.
He stripped our shorts off and pinned me to the mattress, so I wrapped my legs around his hips, guiding him to my center.
He held back. “Ready to tell me what you want?”
I whimpered. This had become the Rubicon in my mind where if I said aloud how much I wanted him, I was weak and pathetic. Rationally, I knew I was telling him in every other way that mattered, but the more he pushed for it, the more I resisted.
