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“A little, yeah. It’s been a long day, and not to mention the rain. It makes for perfect sleeping weather.”

“I meant what I said earlier. I’ll happily take the floor if you’d be more comfortable with it.”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor, Ash.” I climb into the bed and settle under the covers then I pat the mattress beside me. “Come on.”

He hesitates for a moment before finally sliding onto the bed. It’s immediately obvious he’s trying to keep some distance between us.

“Will music bother you?” I ask, holding up my phone. “I like to have a bit of noise.”

“Not at all. Go for it.” He settles back onto the pillows. “Goodnight, Wren.”

I turn on some music and place the phone on the table by my head. “Goodnight, Ash.”

Chapter 6

Wren

I’ve never been moreacutely aware of his presence than I am right now. We are lying in silence, probably assuming the other has fallen asleep, but I couldn’t do that right now if you paid me to.

I can feel the warmth of his body and hear every breath he takes, even over the soft music coming from my phone.

I’m hot.

Not from the temperature of the room, but from the fact my blood is simmering with untapped desire and the proximity of a man I know could rock my world. A man I want to clasp on to and never let go.

I shift a little under the sheets and my leg grazes his. The contact is brief, not even a full second, but it’s enough I hear the intake of his breath.

The current song playing fades out and the deep, haunting voice of Hozier comes through as “Talk” begins to play.

The mood of the room shifts in the instant. I don’t know where the courage came from but it’s like a vine twisted around mywaist and pulled me closer to him, letting my ass ever so slightly brush against his body. Something is set in motion right then, right there. It’s obvious we’ve both lost control over whatever this is between us.

I feel his exhale.

He’s facing me.

I couldn’t tell in the darkness, but he is.

Is he staring at me? Are his eyes closed? What’s he thinking?

My question is answered when I feel his fingertips connect just barely with my thigh. He begins walking them slowly up my thigh to my hip… over my waist… up my rib cage… and to my shoulder. But there, he halts.

He’s asking permission.

I reach out and place my hands on his strong, firm chest and dig my nails in to urge him on.

With that, he wraps his fingers around the back of my neck and tugs, pulling my entire body across the sheets and flush into him. Just as Hozier speaks the words “imagine being loved by me” our lips connect. It’s gentle at first, maybe even innocent, but it doesn’t take long before we are a mess of urges, tongues, breaths, and hands.

I want to slow down, to take my time with him, but at the same time, I can’t help but devour him. I hook my arms over his shoulders and pull so he rolls on top of me. When I open my thighs to make room for him, I can feel the hardness of his cock pressing through his sweatpants.

“Oh God,” I whisper under my breath when he shifts, rubbing it against me just a bit.

That’s the first and only words spoken between us right now. This isn’t something to discuss. This is primal.

His hands slip up and under the T-shirt he gave me and I shift, so together we can pull it over my head and toss it aside. Heplaces a kiss on my lips, then on my chin, then slides his tongue down my neck and to my nipple, circling it wetly.

I reach between us, clasping the fabric of his shirt, urging it from his body until it joins mine on the floor. With my hand still trapped between us, I slip it under the waistband of his pants and grip his cock hard, stroking it just a little, enjoying the little shutter of pleasure I feel come through him.

It doesn’t take long before my shorts and panties are discarded, right along with his pants and boxers.

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