Especially when said warm body grumbles in his sleep and stretches, flexing something long and hard against my backside.
Oh my God.Is that his cock?
I push back.
I can’t help it.
He flexes again, and holy shit, it is his cock.
He’s hard.For me.
Heat fills me, and moisture floods my pussy.
I swear I haven’t reacted like that to a man in well—okay, let’s face it,ever.
It’s like my body has a mind of its own around J.T.Like he’s awakened a part of me that’s been dormant for years.
A side that doesn’t overthink.
A side that justwants.
A side of me that is curious and needy and wants more of this—of hot, wet, desperate, steamy sexy times with him—and it’s liberating.
My heart starts racing, though—and not just from the way he feels pressed against me.
The implications hit.And they hit hard.
Is he done with me now that he’s had me?
Did he mean what he said about marriage?
Was that heat-of-the-moment talk?
Just a powerful man getting carried away?
Will this be some kind of arrangement where I get protection and he gets access—and that’s it?
Oh my God.
Do I actually like him?
Like…really like him?
Is that why I’m spiraling before the sun’s even up?
Because this feels too good.
Too solid.
Too much like something I could actually lose.
“Your thoughts are loud, Honey.Go back to sleep,” he murmurs against the back of my neck.
His voice is rough with sleep, thick and warm and unfairly sexy for this early in the morning.
“J.T.?”
“Hmm?”
