Page 82 of Rules of Engagement

"Sorry for dragging you into this."

"Go to sleep," he said, his voice sounding a mile away.

When I awoke, it was dark and I was stretched out across the length of the sofa, my face pressed against a warm chest. Arms around me, holding me close, felt both warm and comforting. The chest rose and fell. I snuggled closer, my breathing matching his in a gentle rhythm. A familiar scent of lingering aftershave tickled my nose. The hands at my back moved, one of them stroking the length of my back, the other caught in my hair. My lips were against his neck, my arm caught under his, my hands resting at the base of his spine, just under his t-shirt against his skin.

I inhaled deeply. Warm, familiar. My lips brushed his neck and my eyelids fluttered, not quite awake, not quite asleep.

Next to me, he stirred and pulled me closer, tightening our sleepy embrace. His lips brushed the side of my face in gentle kisses until they settled on my mouth. Then he kissed me, butterfly kisses that became deeper, his tongue meeting mine as our need grew. He groaned and his hands drifted lower, reaching for my waist, then inside my sweater to brush over my stomach and up. I pulled him closer to me, needing his touch, his vitality, his comfort.

We shifted and I was under him as he pressed bodily against me. The kisses became more urgent, and the movements charged.

"Adam?" I whispered, my eyes heavy.

"Lexi?" He groaned my name, lustful and panting. "Lexi," he whispered.

Something wasn’t right but in my sleepy state I couldn’t work out what it was. My eyes shot open as I fully awoke.

"Adam!"

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