“I put the original X-Men on.” She came toward him and he tried not to notice the swing of her hips or the sway of her breasts. “Thought we’d do an X-Men marathon if you’re up for it.”
He blinked. Up for it?
Jeez, if she only knew how up for it he was.
He swallowed over the groan caught in his throat. “Sure. I’ve got nothing better on.”
“Do you want some popcorn? I could make some before we start.”
“Nah, I’m good. Unless you want some?”
“I’m still pretty full from din—” She bit the corner of her lip and he knew she was remembering what had gone down earlier.
“Come on. Let’s watch this one and we’ll make popcorn for the next. Or maybe a bowl of cookies and cream ice cream would be better.”
He reached out for her hand and tugged her down beside him. She sprawled out next to him and hit play on the remote. He focused on the screen and willed his eyes to remain forward.
From the corner o this eye he could see a strip of flesh just above her pants where her shirt had ridden up. The creamy skin begged for kisses.
Sound exploded from the speakers hidden in the walls jolting him from his lustful thought, and with a push of a button on the remote, she turned off the lights.
The screen burst to life with color and after the usual pre-movie credits the real action began.
They remained apart for the first few minutes, but then she moved. Wiggled her way closer to his side until he slipped his arm over her head and along the back of the couch.
It was all the invitation she needed for her to cuddled against him, and with her head on his chest, it seemed only natural that he drop his arm and pull her in tight.
He stared at the screen, but he wasn’t really watching. He’d seen the movie a number of times, so it didn’t matter that he couldn’t focus on the action in front of him.
Instead every atom of his being was concentrated on the woman in his arms. She’d placed her hand on his stomach, a good four inches above his waistband, but that didn’t stop his cock from getting excited.
If she looked she wouldn’t miss the hard-on tenting his jeans. He hoped with equal measure she would and wouldn’t take a peek.
His coffee had gone cold without him taking a sip because there was no way he’d move and risk dislodging her from his side to drink it.
As the movie progressed she shifted lower until she lay with her head in his lap. He idly played with her hair, still slightly damp from her shower, and saw it as a good sign that she didn’t stop him.
It was the soft snore that slipped through her lips that clued him in to the reason behind her lack of complaint.
She’d fallen asleep.
He debated waking her or carrying her to bed. In the end he decided to sit through the rest of the movie and let her rest.
It gave him plenty of time to think and the more he thought, the more he knew his idea to woo her was his best chance of winning her love and trust again.
He’d start tomorrow.
They could take the boat out on the water, just the two of them, no distractions and no pressure. A leisurely cruise around the harbor with a friend on a beautiful summer day was a good way to start his campaign to win Vee’s heart.
ChapterEight
Vee snuggled into her pillow, but when she turned her head she found her nose pressed against a hard wall of flesh.
Opening her eyes she discovered what the wall was.
Brent.
The last thing she remembered was watching Hugh Jackman turn into Wolverine. She must have fallen asleep.
