“But you are leaving?”
He didn’t respond verbally. Instead he reached over and grabbed my hand, hauling me into the bed. Damn he was strong.
“Braden,” I grumbled as I found myself lying on my side with his arms around me.
He kissed my forehead. “You smell good.”
Uh what?
I glanced up from under my lashes to see he had closed his eyes.
Was he serious? Did he think he was sleeping with me?
I wriggled out of his hold and turned over, shimmying away, my back to him, hoping he’d take my hint. No such luck. Seconds later his strong arm was around my waist, his hand flat against my stomach, and my body was sliding back across the sheet, colliding with his.
His arm tightened around me, his front hot against my back. I felt the shivery soft touch of his lips against my shoulder. “Night, babe.”
Stunned, I lay there in silence for a moment.
This was not what I’d been expecting. Not at all. It certainly didn’t scream ‘we’re sexual partners only!’
And it felt good.
And scary.
“Are we… spooning?” I asked loudly, trying to insert bite into my tone and failing.
I felt the huff of his breath on my neck. “Go to sleep, babe.”
Uh... no!
As if sensing my imminent escape, Braden pulled me even tighter against him, pushing his leg between mine, hooking it around one of them. “Go. To. Sleep.”
Such a bossy a-hole.
“Spooning was not in the terms of our agreement.”
He ignored me. After a minute or two of silence I heard his breath even out. He really was going to sleep! I tried to wiggle but his muscles just flexed in warning and I wasn’t strong enough to get away.
So I lay there, waiting.
I was wonderfully exhausted by all the amazing sex, and sleep sounded like heaven, but I was determined I was not falling asleep in his arms. That was just a little too… relationshippy.
Forcing myself to stay awake, I lay in his arms for half-an-hour until I felt his body completely relax. Biting my lip to stifle any heavy breathing that may be caused by the exertion of having to move like a ninja, I lifted his arm as gently as possible and moved my leg out from under his.
I froze.
I swore I thought I heard his breathing change.
I listened carefully, relaxing at the sounds of even breaths.
Stealthily, silently, I shifted away from him, hovering near the edge, my legs descending to the floor. My butt was just off the bed when I found myself tugged back with such force I bounced off the mattress with a choked scream.
My heart pounded against my ribs as Braden expertly rearranged me again, moving so fast I was underneath him in seconds, my wrists pinned above my head and his body straddling mine.
He did not look happy. “Will you go to f**king sleep?”
I glared up at him. “Not with you in my bed. This was not part of the deal.”