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“You want to go to bed,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you want me to leave so you can do it?”
He shook his head and made his way to the hallway, dropping my wallet, which I’d forgotten, on the stand close by.
He wanted me to follow, right? I wanted to follow, so I was going to follow.
“I’ll get the light,” I called, plunging the room into darkness because the curtains were already drawn.
Then, in a thrilled skip, I went down the hall. It was his fault for not kicking me out when he had the chance after he’d discovered what a possessive fucker I was from what I’d said.
I stopped in the doorway he’d disappeared through. There were no curtains, so it left the moon to do the work of lighting the room. Not that it mattered if it was as dark as the living room. I’d be able to see him anyway.
Since I hadn’t been far behind him, I didn’t miss much. He’d already removed his vest and hung it over the arm of the chair in the corner. As he went back to the bed, which had to be a king size with how big it was, he took off his tee.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I pressed a hand to my belly as it tingled from the mouthwatering sight in front of me. The tattoos on his arm ended at his shoulder, and I couldn’t see any more ink. What I did see was a hard, tanned, firm body with a dusting of chest hair. Enough I could rub against while I rode his cock.
He undid his jeans and pushed them down.
Boo.
His tight boxers stayed in place.
As soon as he’d kicked his jeans away, he climbed under the blankets and lay back with his hands behind his head while he watched me. I wanted to know what he was thinking. I wanted to pry his skull open to see how his brain ticked.
But I’d never hurt him.
Never. Not ever.
Thankfully, I hadn’t put my tee back on. I just dropped it to the floor and went for my jeans, only to pause. “Is this an underwear sleepover or can I take them off?”
“On,” he clipped.
Rolling my eyes, I smiled so he didn’t think I was overly annoyed. If my mate wanted to get to know me before fucking my brains out, then I didn’t mind at all.
The most special thing had already happened that night. Actually, there was more than one certain thing. There were a few things that showed me he was leaning toward wanting to keep me forever.
He’d saved me. Kidnapped me. Touched me. Wanted to fuck me. Was honest, and knew I was different, but he seemed to accept me the way I was. So far.
Nodding, I got rid of my jeans, then ran and jumped, landing on my hand and knees where I crawled up the mattress until I slumped down next to him under the blanket. I grinned at being beside my mate, happiness making my body hum.
I cocked a brow. “Sleep and no sexy time?”
His lips twitched, but he thinned them. Why did he keep stopping himself? “Sleep.”
“Boo. But… can we cuddle a little at least?”
He sighed. “Fine.”
“Yay!” I cried and scooted close. So close that my front was glued to his side, and I placed my arm over his wide chest, rubbing my cheek there. The hairs tickled. I liked it.
This was my favorite, forever man.
My fated mate.
I was so damn lucky. I hugged him tighter and mewed when he rested his arm along my back, hand to my waist.
