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“Not much hair to braid, and unless you brought that black polish you’re so fond of, we’re out of luck there, too. How about just a promise of a good night’s sleep?”
“I haven’t had one of those in weeks,” she said.
“I can whip us up some hot chocolate, maybe spike it with some Irish cream, and we can see if we can make it happen tonight. Deal?”
“Yeah, okay. But only if you have marshmallows.”
“No marshmallows, but I’ll do you one better and give you a dollop of fresh whipped cream.”
“Straight to my heart, Pax. Straight to my heart.” She smiled.
The sun had already risen by the time we were ready to head back to bed for a couple of additional hours. Dev had texted and told us not to come to the mansion until an hour before sunset tonight. Said they were doing some things to protect us, and that Hanlen, Harper, Burke, and the ghost crew were digging into some things. Since we didn’t have anything we had to do but rest up and prepare, that’s what we would do.
* * *
I woke to heat.Sweet, soft, cherry-blossom-scented heat. Sometime during our slumber, Sky had snuggled against me, making me the big spoon to her small. My knee was between hers; my arm tossed over her waist. Her hair was like a fan on the pillow, and I rolled into its softness, smelling the sweetness of her shampoo.
I knew I should move, but I just didn’t want to. I’d gotten the best rest I had in ages in those few hours, and even now, Sky dozed peacefully. Given what she’d told me had been going on with her of late, I didn’t want to disturb her. She needed the sleep.
I shifted some of her hair away from my face so I wouldn’t sneeze and wake her and then put my arm back around her, pulling her against me a little tighter. I tensed a bit when she stirred, afraid I had woken her, but she only sank into me more. My body came alive, and I bit my lip to keep from groaning aloud. The woman only had to flash me a smile or throw me a sassy comeback to turn me on.Thiswas something else altogether. Temptation and sin.
I closed my eyes and tried to drift back off to sleep. We could both use a few more hours if we could manage it. Unfortunately, just as I felt myself falling off that cliff into oblivion, Sky stirred once more. I figured she was likely dreaming, but thewhyof it didn’t change the fact that she had begun moving against me, the sweetest sounds I had ever heard coming from her lips. I felt her breathing quicken, sensed her body heat rising, and wasn’t sure what to do. Should I move away? Should I pretend I didn’t notice? Should I . . . help? I mentally shook my head at the thought.
“Pax?” she sighed, her voice husky and breathy with sleep and lust. And, sweet Jesus, the sound alone had me close to the edge. If she was dreaming,Iwas in those dreams. And what self-respecting male—or female for that matter—wouldn’t feel a bit of pride at that? I may be a God-fearing man, but that didn’t mean I was a saint. Far from it.
“Mm, Pax,” she said again. This time, I couldn’t hold in my groan, and my fingers curled reflexively, fisting in the shirt she wore. She arched her back and rubbed herself more firmly against my thigh, her sweet bottom cupping the very evident proof of my desire for her. I couldn’t have stopped the hiss that escaped if my life depended on it.
When she grabbed my hand and brought it under her top to her breast, squeezing her fingers over mine as I cupped her, I saw stars. Maybe I was the one who was dreaming. Her perfect nub brushed my palm, and I felt the jolt of lustful electricity all the way through my body. When I flicked a thumb over her nipple, she arched into my palm and rotated her hips more, once again sighing in pleasure.
I should really stop this. She clearly wasn’t in her right mind. Just as I was about to do just that, she slid her hand behind her back and cupped me through my boxers, squeezing just slightly, and making me see stars. That wasn’t the movement of someone still asleep. That was aware, deliberate. Intentional.
“Sky?” I whispered, burying my face in her hair. If she were still sleeping and this was all a product of what I could only assume was one hell of a sex dream, she likely wouldn’t reply, and I could save us both a lot of embarrassment and awkwardness by removing myself from the situation and going to take a cold shower—averycold shower.
Instead of answering, she slipped her hand inside my boxers and gripped my length, running her thumb up, over, and around my crown and making my breath hitch.God help me.
“Sky,” I tried again. “I don’t think you know what you’re doing. Wake up now, pretty girl.”
“I know perfectly well what I’m doing, Paxton,” she answered, her voice still breathy and husky but this time very, very aware. Sure. As were her hands as she continued deftly stroking me, making my eyes cross, and my entire body tighten.
God in Heaven. What should I do now?
“Touch me, Pax,” she said. “Please. Just touch me. The only time I feel like myself lately is when you do. And I need to feel like myself again. I need to feel alive. I need to forget the bad shit that happened the last couple of days.”
I may have been able to walk away had I not heard the near desperation in her voice. That, coupled with the way she still held me as if I were her touchstone, was my undoing. I groaned and squeezed her breast again, eliciting a gasp from her. When I moved to the other side, she arched into my touch and shifted to grip my hip, pulling me against her.
I ran my hand down her tight abdomen to the waistband of the shorts she wore, being careful of the scratches across her tattoo, and said a silent prayer as I slid beneath the elastic to the very heart of her, finding her slick and hot and oh so swollen.God Almighty.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”
I slid a digit between her folds, playing with her, teasing just a bit. When I made small circles over her bundle of nerves, her hips matched my movements. When I slid my fingers inside, and she cried out, her body clenching, I almost came. I stretched her, pleasured her, felt her come alive in my hands . . . literally. But this wasn’t how I wanted this. I needed to see her lose herself. I had to watch the rapture wash across her features as she shattered.
Just as I sensed she was close, I withdrew.
“Goddamn it, Pax,” she said, her voice full of frustration, and I chuckled a bit. I couldn’t help it.
“He has nothing to do with this, my sweet.” I flipped her to her back, fitting myself between her thighs as I quickly brought both of her hands above her head with one of mine, effectively caging her beneath me. The position brought us even closer, and I saw her pupils dilate as she gasped.
“I need the words, Sky. I need to know that you want this. That youreallyand truly want this. Want me.” I ran my other hand down the side of her face, melting a little inside as she leaned into the touch, before swiping my thumb across her full bottom lip.
