Page 64 of Broken Warrior
CHAPTERTWELVE
FIN
Uh oh.
I hold my breath and keep my eyes closed as my mind begins to slowly process everything that’s happening right now.
I’m stretched out on a couch, my head tilted at an awkward angle and feet hanging over the end. My back is on fire, I have a Charlie horse in one if not both calves, and I guarantee I’m going to have a crick in my neck to rival any I’ve had before.
I’m hot, so hot and sweaty, and I’m sure that’s because I’m crammed up against the very plush couch cushions with no less than thirty blankets piled on top of me, and I’m still wearing my t-shirt, jeans, and socks—all of which come off before bed most of the time.
But that’s because I’m not in bed.
I’m not even at my house.
No, I’m still at Tate’s place because we talked off and on and watched a couple movies late into the night, so late that we both apparently fell asleep at some point and slept straight through until now.
Tate’s still sleeping, as a matter of fact.
I can tell by the way her breathing sounds, the way I can feel the rise and fall of each breath she takes against my chest, the little even puffs of air against my bicep where her head is resting. Tate’s body is so relaxed against mine; no tension, no nerves, nothing forcing her to fidget or stiffen up.
And even if I didn’t pick up on all of those things, I’d still know Tate was asleep for one very big, very uncomfortable reason.
My harder-than-stone dick is digging into her ass cheeks, practically positioned right between them, and my dark angel is too deep into her REM cycle to notice.
So much so, that each time she barely moves or burrows into me, Tate’s magnificent ass rubs and presses against my cock—which is making it harder—and the woman has me seconds away from coming in my jeans.
If she was awake, I’m sure things would be a hell of a lot different for all three of us.
Which is exactly why I have to come up with a way out of this that doesn’t result in waking Tate up with my boner or coming in my pants like a goddamn teenager.
Clearly it has been way too long since I’ve gotten laid.
That and the fact that I genuinely love this woman.
As carefully as possible, I pull my arm from under her head, pushing myself up as I go, and when I’m almost free, Tate sighs.
“Do you have to leave?”
I blink down at her and open my mouth to answer, but my dark angel wiggles closer to me, her ass rubbing my dick in a way that has me groaning. “I was just going to get…shit.”
My eyes slide shut as Tate presses against me harder and when I manage to force them open, I’m met with a dark stare and wicked grin from over her shoulder. “I’m not ready for you to leave yet.”
“No?”
“No.”
“How come?” I practically hiss as she rolls to face me completely, putting our bodies front to front, her peaked nipples against my chest, my cock of steel now resting against her belly.
Tate lifts her hand and pushes my hair from my eyes before letting her fingers trail down over my cheek then ghosting them over my lips.
She smiles at me, a smile I will never understand or deserve, then bridges the gap between us by lifting her head and kissing me softly.
And for some reason, something about this moment makes the primal, possessive Viking inside of me rear his head, and I snap.
I deepen the kiss in an instant, my mouth moving feverishly against hers, my tongue seeking entrance and demanding without words that this beautiful dark angel open for me,submitto me and give me everything she is and more.
My hand at her waist slides to her ass where I grip and knead the muscle, pulling Tate toward me while I do. She whimpers a little, a sweet sound that’s followed immediately by a husky moan as I lift her thigh and pull it over my hip, my hips that roll and grind as the heat of Tate’s core becomes flush against my dick.
