He presses a soft, sweet kiss to my temple. We go back to watching the show.
“I’m sorry tonight didn’t end up how we planned,” I say softly.
“What do you mean?”
“I was supposed to be riding your face, but instead we’re watchingBrooklyn Nine-Ninewhile you watch me eat tacos and listen to me talk about school.”
His rough chuckle rumbles above me. “You don’t need to be sorry, Briar. I’m having a great time.”
“You’re not even a little disappointed that we’re not doing filthy things in your bed right now?”
His mouth stretches into a smile against my temple as he kisses me. “Nope.”
That fluttery, swooping feeling hits me once more.
He leans back to look at me, holding my face in his giant hand. “I like being with you, Briar. I don’t care what we do. It’s always my favorite. Because it’s you.”
I gasp softly. Goosebumps scatters across my body.Oh, wow.
Heat flickers in his eyes as he gazes at me. And something else. Something I don’t recognize. It makes my heart beat faster, and my breath catch in my throat.
He kisses me softly, gently, then turns back to the screen.
My entire body is aching, pulsing with just how much I want Blake. And I can’t wait to show him.
* * *
I wake up with my head on Blake’s chest. Above me, I can hear his soft, steady breathing as he sleeps.
His laptop screen is dark. I glance up at the clock on his bedside table. It’s just past midnight.
I can’t remember who fell asleep first. We were on our third episode ofBrooklyn Nine-Ninewhen I started yawning and struggling to keep my eyes open.
I sit up as quietly as I can and slip to the bathroom to pee. When I walk back into the bedroom, Blake is stirring.
He opens his eyes and blinks a few times. His mouth tilts up in a sleepy smile when he sees me.
“Hey.” His voice is low and rough with sleep, andgod, is it sexy.
“Hey. Sorry I woke you up.”
He reaches up his arm and stretches. “It’s okay.” His gaze runs up and down the length of my body. I’m still wearing his T-shirt.
“Come here,” he says. I almost groan at the bossy tone of his rough voice.
I walk over to the edge of the bed. He reaches out his arm and touches the outside of my thigh. I shiver, aching for more.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“A lot better. I think I just needed some tacos and a long nap.”
His grin stretches across his handsome face.
“Cuddling with you helped a lot too,” I say.
He circles his fingertips over my skin. “What else can I do to make you feel better, babe?”
My pussy aches just hearing him call me that. I love it way, way too much.
