Page 89 of Last Light

“Fuck,” he rasps, his hips jerking urgently, threatening to hit the back of my throat. “Oh fuck, darlin’. I’m gonna—”

With a strangled cry, he pulls himself out of my mouth and lifts my head. I keep squeezing him with my hand as he comes. There isn’t much semen since he came a few hours ago, but what there is hits me just above my chest.

We’re both gasping as Travis pulls me to my feet and wraps his arms around me. The water is still warmish, but it’s getting cooler. Pretty soon the hot water will be gone.

I don’t care. I feel really good. I love the way Travis is holding me.

I don’t want him to let me go.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against my wet hair. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I pull back and smile up at him.

For just a moment, I’m sure he’s going to kiss me. He’s got that look in his eyes—the one that feels like it should lead into a kiss.

But it doesn’t.

He doesn’t.

He just smiles back.

“You want me to do somethin’ for you?”

“Nah. I’m a little crampy again, and I mostly feel like a nap.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a nap. Haven’t had one in ages.”

“Then let’s do it. Let’s take a nap.” I reach behind me to turn off the water. “The dog has the right idea for the afternoon.”

We follow the dog’s example. We dry off, get under the covers, and go to sleep.

***

IT’S LATE AFTERNOONwhen I wake up.

I’m warm, comfortable, and filled with that heavy satisfaction of sleeping deeply. I blink as I process that I’m snuggled up at Travis’s side.

We weren’t touching when I went to sleep, but we are now.

We’re touching all over. His arm is wrapped around me, and my cheek is resting against his skin. One of my arms is draped over his belly.

I adjust slightly so I can see his face.

He’s awake. Watching me quietly.

I give him a groggy smile. “Did I roll over on you?”

“Somethin’ like that.”

“Sorry.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry for. I don’t mind.” He’s not moving me. He’s holding me snugly against him with one arm.

I have no reason not to believe him. Maybe he doesn’t mind my cuddling this way.

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