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“I feel like I’ve been asleep all night.”
“Great sex will do that to you.”
That gets her to open her eyes. She peeks at me out of one of her gorgeous baby blues and flops back down.
“Can you stay? I’m too comfortable to move, and you’re the best pillow.” Her arm tightens around my waist, securing her naked torso against mine.
“Maybe we should have this conversation while we’re awake.”
She plants her elbow in my chest, forcing me back, and hovers over me. The urge to stare at her breasts smashed against me is one I’m powerless to stop. One little glance won’t hurt.
“Up here, buddy.”
Busted.
“I’m awake now,” she goes on, ignoring my blatant ogle of her perfect tits. As she should. She’s fucking beautiful. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her naked, but each time there’s a new discovery. Like the little freckle to the right of her areola that I want to memorize with my lips.
“Okay.” I brush her hair from her eyes and drape an arm over her lower back.
“What is it we should be talking about now?”
Shit, she put me on the spot. I adjust my head against the couch pillows, and the move has my arm involuntarily tightening around her.
“We don’t have to talk about anything. I just think I’d like to spend more nights with you like this one,” I tell the ceiling.
“So come over more than once a week. I’m more than okay with a little naked playtime.”
I close my eyes and will my dick not to respond where it rests against her hip. This conversation will go nowhere fast if he gets involved and steals her attention.
“We’d get the most naked playtime if we moved in together.”
She topples to the side, and I catch her with the arm around her waist. “Shit,” I mutter. When she rights herself, she wears a frown that tells me we’re not on the same page. Might not even been in the same book.
“Why would we do that?”
“More sex?”
“I’ve already said I’m not opposed to that. Why else would you think moving in is a good idea?”
“I just do?” I run the hand not holding her through my disheveled hair. “As things progress, I don’t like the idea of you being here all alone most days. What if something happens, and you can’t get to your phone and call for help?”
Her arm leaves my chest as she struggles to sit from the couch, snagging her tee shirt at the same time. She whips it over her head and tugs it down as she rises. Reaching around her neck, she pulls her wild hair out from the back of the shirt, then flings her arm toward the door.
“I’m not incapable of caring for myself, so if that’s what you think, you can go.”
“Kiersten—”
“No. This isn’t up for debate.”
I pull my legs from the couch and plant my feet on the floor to face her head-on. Her eyes drop to my flaccid cock as he waves around like one of those inflatable flailing tube men at auto dealerships. My ego takes a direct hit as I tuck him safely back inside my jeans.
“So we won’t debate it. I don’t mean you are incapable.” My own frustration rises, and I dig through the cushions for my shirt. I don’t want to have this argument naked if she’s fully clothed. What an unfair advantage.
“Then what are you saying?”
“I just want to be here for you.”
“And you think we have to live together for that to be possible?”
