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“You know, lie down, put your arms around me…holdme.”
I guess I can do that.I kick off my shoes and climb onto the bed. She does the same and snuggles up next to me, placing her head on my chest. I curl my arm around her shoulder and stare up at the ceiling. This is a new experience. Can’t say it’s unpleasant, though. Actually, it’s pretty nice.
***
A vibration in my pocket wakes me up. Shit, I fell asleep. So did she. Her head is still on my chest, her breath warm on my skin. Her arm is around my waist and her leg is thrown over mine. Waking up to her, also not unpleasant. As a matter of fact, I don’t want to move and risk waking her up.
“Your phone’s ringing.”
Too late. Instead of moving away, she yawns and burrows in closer. I fish the phone from my pocket and see two missed calls from E. As I’m about to call him back, he rings again.
“E.”
“You need to get to the Kitty right now, bro.”
“What’s going on?”
“Some shit’s going down. We need you.”
“I’m on my way.”
I try to move and she tightens her arm around me. I’ve never had a woman do that before. Never had a woman just wanting me to hold her, to be in my arms. Then again, I’ve never given any of them the opportunity. I hate to admit it, but I like it.
“I gotta go, doll.”
She groans in disappointment and loosens her hold. I pick up my Glock from the nightstand and tuck it into the back of my jeans. As I grab my shirt off the floor, she sits up, rubbing her eyes. Even half-asleep she’s gorgeous. I wouldn’t mind returning to find her in my bed.
“You wanna stay until I get back, or you wanna go home?”
“What time is it?”
“Almost one.”
“I should go. I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
“Me, neither.”
She slips on her sandals, picks up her jacket, and follows me out of the room and down the stairs. On the way down, I call Ron.
“Stay here. Ron’s coming to pick you up.”
“Okay.”
“Text me when you get home and I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Since when did I get so big on communication? Shit.
“‘Kay.”
God, I can’t resist her, bed hair and all. I pull her into my arms and kiss her. The moment our lips touch, she moans. Her fingers curl into my shirt the way they always do. It’s as if she can’t get me close enough. As much as I want to stay right here, I can’t. I pull back and smile down at her.
“What?”
“Congratulations. You just became the very first woman I’ve ever slept with.”
I don’t know why that would please her, but she smiles.
“So I’m the first on your bike and the first you’ve slept with. Good to know.”
