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Before I can get too lost in the moment, I force myself to break our kiss then suggest, “Why don’t you climb into bed and get comfortable? I’ll be right back.” I’d love to have him join me, but it’ll be much faster with a solo trip.
Nodding, Vince sits on the edge of the bed and toes off his sneakers. “Sounds good. Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”
His sexy grin makes my body light up and my eagerness to return even greater. Rushing to my dresser, I grab a pair of undies, a tank, and some sleep shorts. I zip to the bathroom and turn on my shower to warm it up while I get undressed.
Of course, the thought of Vince waiting on the other side of my door has my hormones flying into overdrive. I rush through washing my hair, but wanting things to be perfect for us, I take a few extra minutes to shave everywhere necessary. Guys have it so easy as most women won’t mind a bit of scruff, but prickly legs might not have the same effect.
By the time I towel off, brush through my hair, and quickly braid it so I won’t wake up like Medusa, a lot more time has passed than I realized. Not wanting to skip my nightly routine, I quickly apply some moisturizer and eagerly step into my sleep shorts and pull my tank over my head.
When I pull open the door, the first thing I notice is Vince’s sexy chest on full display with the covers gathered at his trim waist. My eyes are pulled to the sexy V that dips below the blankets, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s wearing.
As I drag my eyes up his sculpted body, I realize I may have taken too long. His arm covers the top part of his face, and his slack jaw indicates he’s fast asleep.
Glancing at the clock, I realize it’s after three in the morning, and my disappointment disperses. I can’t blame him at all. The poor guy’s been up since before six, and he must be exhausted. Not wanting to disturb him, I turn on my bedside lamp and turn off the main light.
Crawling into bed, I pull the covers over the two of us. Instinctually, he reaches out to me and pulls me close. Since he’s got all the pillows behind him, I use this opportunity to use his chest as a pillow. I find the place on his chest that makes the perfect pillow, and I wrap an arm around his waist as my leg crosses through his.
Reaching over, I turn off the lamp beside us.
“You smell amazing, Syd,” he says sleepily as he inhales deeply.
“Shhh… let’s sleep,” I suggest, not wanting to disturb him.
Wordlessly, he snuggles into me further, and I feel my body relax into him. Yeah, I was hoping for a different outcome tonight, but times like this are just as memorable. Drifting off to sleep, I can’t help but hope for more small moments like this.
Vince must really be tired because I actually wake before him. His deep breathing and steady heartbeat keep me relaxed, instead of thinking about the millions of things on my to-do list on a Saturday morning.
It also helps that I don’t have to be anywhere until later this evening. God, I love Saturday mornings, but having Vince here makes it even better.
Somehow, I’ve managed to use him has a pillow all night. With my arm draped over his chest, I can’t help but trace the lines of his ribs and along the planes of muscles along his abs.
I must be too focused on my conquests because he startles me when he flattens my hand along his stomach. “Good God, woman, you’re relentless. Youdoknow I’m ticklish, right?”
Oops.
“Sorry,” I cringe. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You can wake me with your hands all over meanytime. But for the love of God, can youpleasestop with the tickling.”
I try pulling my hand away, but he won’t have it. “Don’t get me wrong, I love having you touch me.” He presses my hand further into his now rock-hard abs, as they are flexed and prepared for battle. Then he pulls my hand so that my body follows, and I’m straddling him.
Time ceases to exist as I stare into his beautiful hazel eyes. Today, they look more blue than green around the rim, and the sexiest grin plays at his perfectly kissable lips. Instinctually, I reach out to run my finger along his jaw to feel for myself the perfect amount of stubble that’s not rough or prickly. His large hand rests at my hip, keeping me in place, while the other one reaches out to brush a strand of hair that’s fallen from my braid behind my ear.
“Hey,” he whispers, and a shiver runs through my spine. “I think we outta get out on the road if you want to learn how to drive without much traffic. I know just the place to go if we want to keep traffic to a minimum.”
Really? He’s focused on trying to drive. That’s about the last thing I’m interested in doing with Vince at the moment.
Placing a hand behind my neck, he pulls my face closer to his. “Don’t worry, Syd. I’ve got you.”
As if he can read my mind, he flips me over, so my back is to the bed, then he kisses me softly. His elbows keep him propped up, the lower part of his hard body slides between my legs.
Every ounce of sexual tension I felt last night, comes racing back in an instant.
How the hell does this man get me from zero to sixty like this?
I don’t just want him. I fucking need him.
He expertly applies pressure to our kiss that has me practically begging for this to go further. My body tingles, and a pulse pounds at my core. As if he’s been given the secret code to make me needy in a nanosecond, I buck beneath him.
