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“We’ll have to do that tomorrow though. I’m too tired to kiss you, which is bad. Meaning I won’t be giving you my best performance, and that’s the least you deserve. So you’ll just have to wait.” His words became slower, and his head felt heavy.
“I can wait. Anticipation is a lovely thing.” Her voice was fading. She sounded so far away.
Tate couldn’t bother answering her. He fell asleep to her whispering his name.
WREN BLINKED HER eyes open to find the room flooded with bright sunlight. And a very warm, very . . . um, hard man snuggled up behind her. Tate’s hand had somehow snuck beneath her shirt and was cupping her bare breast, her nipple trapped between his fingers. His other hand rested on her hip, fingers curled into the fabric of her panties . . .
She wiggled her butt against him, secretly hoping that would wake him. Never in her life had she slept so close to a man before. She enjoyed cuddling, but after a few minutes she would push the guy off and that would be that.
With Tate, she was fairly certain they slept exactly like this for the last few hours. And she didn’t want him to let her go.
Well, okay, maybe she wanted him to let her go because she had to pee, but that was so completely unromantic and right now should be all about sweet, romantic thoughts.
Or hot and sweaty, sexy thoughts. That had loads of potential . . .
“I can literally hear you think,” Tate murmured against her neck.
Just before he kissed it.
She shivered from the touch of his warm lips on her skin. “What do you mean?”
“You’re trying to figure out a way to slip out of bed without waking me.”
Unbelievable. “It’s really scary how deeply embedded you are in my brain.”
He chuckled, his breath tickling her and making her duck away from him. “I’ve got you figured out. Somewhat.”
“You do realize you’re touching me in an . . . inappropriate place.” He brushed his fingers against her nipple when he removed his hand from her breast, and she barely repressed the shudder that took over her. “Can I ask you a question, Tate?”
“Whatever you want to know. I’m an open book.”
She was so incredibly glad they weren’t facing each other. She wouldn’t want him to see her face, to look into her eyes. Though with their bodies pressed together so intimately, it was already fairly awkward. She was pretty certain that was his rather aggressive erection nudging against her lower back.
“Are we really going to do this?” She spoke in a whisper, her eyes falling shut when he drifted his fingers along the column of her neck before he pushed her hair away.
“I think we are.” He kissed her nape again, his mouth lingering. “But just know that I’m willing. Whatever you want, I’m yours.”
Temporarily, she almost added but didn’t. She needed to live in the here and now, not worry about the past or freak out over the future. There was plenty to freak out over. Adding worry over Tate and whatever they were doing to the mix wouldn’t be smart.
But she was attracted to him. Yes, fine, she wanted him badly. It didn’t help that he was wrapped all around her and his mouth was on her neck, her weak spot. Oh, he just nibbled on her skin, and wow, that felt so good . . .
“Turn around,” he demanded, his voice soft.
Reality intruded, and she shifted out of his arms, trying to get away from him. “No way. I have serious morning breath.”
“Come on. It can’t be that bad.”
“It’s worse.” She slipped out of bed and stood, turning to study the man whom she’d just spent the night with, yet they didn’t do anything. Oh, he was so gorgeous it almost hurt to look at him. His dark hair was a disheveled mess and sticking up everywhere. His eyes were heavy lidded and sleepy looking. There was scruff on his cheeks and jaw, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt, so all she could see was acres of smooth, male skin stretched over muscle. “I should brush my teeth.”
He patted the spot she just vacated, his smile inviting. “You should come back to bed.”
“No.” Wren shook her head and walked backward, glancing over her shoulder to make sure she didn’t trip over anything. “I need to brush my teeth and start some coffee. You should get up and brush your teeth too.”
Hopping out of bed had nothing to do with her teeth or getting coffee. It just felt like everything was happening so fast. She needed to put the brakes on it. Get some distance. Gain some brain cells back before she did something really crazy. Like strip naked and jump him.
“You’re no fun.” He pouted, which was adorable. And she never thought a man who pouted, even in jest, was adorable. But somehow, Tate pulled it off.
“I’m lots of fun. If you’re lucky, I’ll show you exactly how much fun I am.” God, she hoped she could live up to her own personal hype.
