Page 58 of Honey, Honey
But here he was, sleeping soundly and looking just like he belonged where he was, which was saying something, because I couldn’t think of a single time I had ever slept sitting up and enjoyed it. Law’s big body took up the entirety of the chair, his hands clasped in front of him, resting against his belly, and his head tipped slightly to the side, chin pointed down to his shoulder as he dozed. I licked my lips, propping myself up on an elbow and watched him sleep. He was pretty when he was like this. Eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks in a way that surprised me. I hadn’t noticed he had thick dark lashes. I was always too focused on his eyes, or the way his mouth was moving, the slant of his body or the way his shoulders looked taking up a doorway. Too busy wondering what his hands would feel like on me again to notice his lush and downright pretty fucking eyelashes.
I curled mine and coated them with my tried and true mascara to achieve what he had naturally. Figured. I rolled my eyes at him and kept watching him. His lips were full and I knew they were softer than they appeared, or at least how they normally did when he was awake. Now his mouth was relaxed, just like the rest of his body. He looked just as soft and easy as his mouth did, and I wanted to kiss him, or at the very least touch him. My fingertips itched to trace the line of his bottom lip, to follow the swell of his mouth to his cupid’s bow, but I knew better.
A man like Law would have a problem with me doing that.
And besides we were in the Cairn. I couldn’t go around touching him when he was asleep. I’d ask first. But that would mean he would have to wake up first and I would have to be here when he did. I frowned and shifted, sitting up and shaking my head. I had no intention of being here when he woke up.
That was too awkward after the night I had gone through. All my best laid plans of relaxing for a night swept under the rug and forgotten. I’d been an anxious mess that had been dumped in Law’s lap by Connie and here I was. I pushed the covers back and moved slowly, not wanting to wake Law. But the second my toes hit the hardwood floor I knew I had failed.
“What the fuck, Honey?”
My eyes flew to him to see he still had his eyes closed, but he was frowning now. The softness of his mouth gone, melting away as he woke up to the familiar hard lines I was used to. The rest of him was taking on those angular and sharp planes too and I frowned seeing it. I had liked him relaxed.
“Go back to sleep,” I said.
He opened his eyes then and glared at me. “You first.”
“It’s too late for me to be sleeping,” I told him. “I’m used to being up early.’
“Do you even know what time it is?” He countered, and that stopped me. I didn’t. Not even in the slightest, because this room did not have windows and it was dark, the only lighting coming from the dim lighting of the room’s LED track lighting that shone from one side of the front door. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough light to find your way if you woke up in the middle of the night. I chewed my lip. It could be the middle of the night for all I knew.
Shit.
“Not exactly,” I hedged. “But my body does. I know it’s morning.”
“It’s not even close,” he said, and moved then, hands going to the arms of the chair. “We’ve been out for maybe four hours. It’s barely two.”
“In the morning?” I squeaked. He answered with a long suffering sigh and I crossed my arms over my chest. “Maybe I’m used to waking up then for work. You don't know.”
“The fuck you are. Now get back in the damn bed and go to sleep.”
“Stop bossing me around.”
“No.”
I pursed my lips and we stared at each other, or at least I did my best in the dim lighting. “Listen, Law,” I began but he was up and pushing himself out of the chair. “What are you doing?” I broke off at his sudden movement.
“Putting you back to bed, little girl.”
The sound I made in the back of my throat at little girl was...unseemly under the best of circumstances. In these it was horny. We both stopped, Law not coming a step closer and I froze where I was with my legs dangling over the bed, hands on either side of me. We didn’t speak, our breath sounding loud in the bedroom, and then Law was talking.
“I want to touch you,” he said, and then when I only made another low sound in my throat, “Can I touch you?” He asked.
“Yes, please,” I whispered, already sliding my hands back behind me so that I could lean my weight on them as Law came forward. “I need you to touch me so bad.”
“I know, princess. I know.” He came closer, one measured step at a time and then I felt the ghost of his fingers against my thighs. “Can I take your robe off?”
I gave a quick bob of my head and then cursed silently at myself, because what the hell was I doing? Even if we weren’t in the dark, I needed to be using my words, not going along with this blindly. “Yes,” I told him and swallowed hard. “But only if you get in bed with me.”
“Honey…” There was a warning tone to his voice, but I didn’t care. I knew what I wanted, and what I wanted was Law in bed with me.
“I’m not drunk, so stop it with that. I wasn’t to begin with, even if you said so,” I muttered, already undoing the tie at the waist of the robe I wore. “If you want to touch me, you are going to get into this bed.”
I could feel him hesitate. Even in the darkness, there was a weight to Law’s presence that told me exactly what the big man was doing even if I couldn’t see him clearly. He was hesitating. Hesitating too much, and I knew I had to bring out the big guns.
“Get in bed with me, please. Please, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” He said the word like he was in pain, but a second later I felt his hand come down on the mattress beside me. “Fine, but you’re telling me your safe word.”
