Still wrapped like a burrito, I sit on the end of his bed, willing my eyes to stay open long enough for him to get back in here. And when he does, my jaw drops open. He has one towel tied low around his hips, and another to towel dry his hair. My eyes are glued to the droplets of water running down his painted chest.
Nope. Don’t do it, Fallon. You must sleep.
He must catch me ogling him, as he begins to smirk, raising a brow. I can't stop myself from biting my bottom lip.
“I’ll bite that lip of yours if you don’t pack it in,” he laughs. “Once you’ve had a decent sleep,you can have your wicked way with me all you want.”
“An extra five minutes won't harm me,” I grin.
“Oh, baby, once I start with you, I won't be in any rush,” his voice is low. “The faster you fall to sleep, the sooner I can show you just how much I missed you.”
Giving him a teasing look, I stand, letting my towel drop to the floor. His eyes widen as he watches me walk around to the other side of the bed and slip under the covers.
“Just to make it easy access for you when we wake up,” I wink.
I giggle at his responding groan, but he follows my lead, dropping his own towel and climbing in beside me.
“You are going to be the bloody death of me.”
