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“You’re complimenting me a lot tonight,” I mutter, and he stays silent, his arms wrapped around me. As the minutes pass by, I can feel time getting slower. We’re not trying to sleep, but he’s not making conversation either, and it’s killing me. “This was some kind of deep talk, huh.”
His laugh is contagious.
I kiss him once again, moving my lips in a calm and lazy rhythm. I have all the time in the world to do this.
“We’re not going there tonight,” he warns.
“Okay, we’ll have sex another day,” I say, rolling my eyes. “But we can kiss, right?”
Stanley rubs his nose on mine before catching my lips in a kiss. He doesn’t allow the make-out session to go any further. It never turns passionate and desperate, and he doesn’t put his hands all over me, a detail that surprises me. He has a control made of titanium because, by the time that he stops kissing me, I’m panting and wanting to do more than that. However, I respect his decision of not wanting to take things there.
“This is going to be hell,” he groans.
I smile and bite my bottom lips, knowing that he’s affected as I am by our kisses.
“You think?” I inquire, arching a brow.
Stanley scoffs.
“Do you have any doubts?”
I fake a yawn, stretching on the bed.
“I dunno. I’m sleepy already,” I lie. “Maybe you’ll have to prove me otherwise.”
Stan recognizes that I’m messing with him, and the next thing that I know, he’s on top of me. Supporting his weight on his elbows, I feel the pressure of his firm body against mine without crushing me. His eyes analyze me, lust darkening the green shade of his orbs.
I wrap my legs around his hips, anchoring the heels of my feet on his butt. A moan escapes from my throat when his hardness rubs on my sex, the friction sending pleasure waves through my body.
“Yeah, we’redefinitelynot sleeping,” I speak in a pant.
Stanley seems to agree with my statement, but he chooses to torture me. His mouth abandons mine and descends to my neck, kissing, biting, and licking the sensitive skin.
It’s going to be a long night.
Chapter Nineteen
Imanage to sleep for two hours before Stanley wakes me up. My body is still begging for sleep, my eyes are heavy, and I can barely keep them open during the first couple of minutes. The memories from last night hit me like a cold wave, but I’m not disgusted by them at all. No matter how sexually frustrated I am, I treasure the moments that I shared with him.
We kissed for so long that my lips are still sensitive due to the friction. I don’t mind it. The small ache makes me smile, even when I’m not in the best mood due to the lack of sleep. I genuinely hate mornings, and the fact that I need to go through an exhausting process of going to the police station, file a report, and get a new phone has me pissed.
“Bree, wake up.”
A moan escapes from my lips, and I turn and toss in bed, trying to get five more minutes of sleep. I’m not going to be a decent human being. However, Stanley is not on the same page because his hand wraps around my arm, and he moves me.
For a few seconds, I think that I won this battle until I feel his lips on my shoulder, ascending slowly to the curve of my neck, kissing the sensitive spots that he discovered.
“Don’t be evil,” I mumble in a whimper.
Stanley laughs and moves away from me.
Rubbing my eyes to erase any traces of sleep from them, I blink a couple of times to clear my vision. Stanley is sitting next to me. His sandy blond hair is darkened and wet, letting me know that he took a shower. He’s shirtless, and I can’t help it when my sight travels his torso, discovering the parts that I didn’t get to see during the night. Stanley has a toned body. Not in an exaggerated way, but you can know that he’s an athlete in every sense of the word; strong arms, defined chest, and visible abs.
The day he becomes a professor, his students will be crazy for him.
I know that I am.
“Now that you’re awake and conscious, I need to tell you that we’re in the middle of a crisis.”
