Page 37 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
Chapter Ten
Zach was so relieved to have Carrie back in his arms, he immediately decided not to give another thought to a relationship and to just enjoy all that she freely gave him. His only concession to relationship territory was to go through with his promise from this morning to share a bed with her. He honored his promises, a point of pride for him, even though he knew he’d sleep like crap. He needed his space to sleep. Not even a relationship would’ve changed that fact.
Of course, that meant he’d had to exhaust them both. It was the only way he’d get any sleep. He wanted her out cold with no chance of eventryingto cuddle him. Nothing worse than peeling off a cuddler. They always took offense.
He’d started the night with a wallbanger, made her come three more times, and then put her in her first reverse cowgirl. She took to it like a champion rider.
Now he looked down at her sleeping on top of him. He knew he’d pushed her pretty far on the exhaustion scale, but it wasn’t yet midnight. She’d probably want more in a couple of hours. He’d rather they go straight through to mutual exhaustion and then sleep.
Fifteen minutes later, he woke her up. She protested, snuggling into his chest, so he just slid her off him to the mattress. She didn’t like that.
She sat up, pouting and blinking at him, looking put-out and sexy as all hell. He sat up and slowly leaned in, watching her eyes close before he nipped and then sucked on her bottom lip. Her hands started roaming all over his chest. She was so easy to get going.
“C’mon.” He got out of bed.
“Where’re we going? I’m comfortable here.”
He waited.
She grabbed the blanket, got out of bed, and wrapped it around her shoulders.
He pulled the blanket off her in a quick jerk and tossed it back on the bed.
“Hey!” she protested.
“I’ll keep you warm.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and walked with her to the living room.
Then they watched a movie.
He might’ve made her come a few times during the kissing scenes. It was a chick flick.
Finally it was nearly two a.m. and they were both back in bed, not sleeping. He was tired; she was tired. It should have been ideal. Unfortunately, after nine straight days of requesting and getting what was on her wish list, Carrie had become comfortable enough with him to make some demandsofflist.
“Spoon me,” she said, curling on her side and scooting right up against his side where he lay on his back.
“You’re a cover hog,” he informed her.
“I am?” She rolled to her back and looked at him.
“Yeah.”
“Here.” She tossed the blanket over him, then pulled it until it covered him and hung over the other side of the bed.
“Now you’ll be cold.”
“That’s why you have to spoon me.” She rolled to her side, naked with no blanket at all, and pressed her back against his side.
He let out something that would’ve been a sigh from someone less bad boy than himself. “Babe.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Babe?”
“I’m not a cuddler. I’m a lone wolf.”
She giggled and rolled toward him, throwing an arm and leg over him and settling her head on his chest. “Then I’ll cuddle you. Now you’re a cuddled wolf.”
He lay there, enjoying her soft curves pressed against him, knowing he was never going to get to sleep. He turned off the light on the nightstand and prepared for a long night. Maybe he could do some brainstorming for his long-neglected book.
She lifted her head. “Close your eyes.”
