quietly, a pool of drool forming on my chest. She runs hot, and the mass of hair she has doesn’t help any. My arm is asleep and I’ve been uncomfortable for the last hour, but I wouldn’t trade a second of this for anything.
Rain beats against the window. There’s no way I’ll be going in to work today. I’ve never been more grateful for a day off before because the last thing I want to do is get out of this bed right now.
“Butter,” she mutters, and I laugh.
It’s the fourth time she’s said something nonsensical like that.
Who knew Maya talks in her sleep?
She sounds like she’s making a grocery list because the first thing she said was noodles, followed by beans and rice.
She huffs out a breath, her hair blowing up and flitting across my nose. It tickles, causing me to twitch under her.
She stirs, and I still, scared I’ve woken her up.
She peels her eyes open just the slightest bit, then they flutter closed again.
But I feel it.
Her heart rate changes, and suddenly she’s shoving away from me, pushing on my chest so hard I grunt as she scrambles away. Her eyes are wide and wild as she takes in the room around her, like she’s not sure where she is.
Finally, her stare lands on me, then it slides down my naked body that’s covered by nothing but a sheet…the same one pooled around her waist, exposing those perfect tits I’m dying to get another taste of.
I quirk up a brow. “Morning.”
“It wasn’t a dream?”
I smirk, unsure how I feel about the question considering all the things I just heard her say. “No, it wasn’t.”
A blush steals up her cheeks. “Oh.”
It’s a good oh, that much I can tell.
What worries me are all the other emotions flitting through her peculiar gray eyes.
Confusion.
Panic.
Regret.
“I have to pee.”
Without another word, she hops off the bed and races to the bathroom, locking herself inside.
All right then.
I push myself up until I’m sitting against my headboard and blow out a breath.
I still can’t wrap my mind around last night. One minute I was telling her good night, the next I was about to knock on her door, ready to beg her to let me touch her again.
I had to touch her again. There was no doubt about it.
We’d spent the night downstairs at River and Dean’s having fun with our friends and drinking too much and trying way too fucking hard to ignore the tension brewing between us.
I can’t count the number of times I caught her peeking my way with yearning in her eyes. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her, and since we’ve been playing a dangerous game since she moved in, I wasn’t surprised when she was as ready to call a truce as I was.
Last night was…wow.
It was easily the best sex I’ve had of my life. I can’t remember a time I’ve come so hard. I didn’t even make it to the bathroom to pull the condom off. I tossed it into a tissue and fell asleep the moment I wrapped my arms around Maya’s warm body.
She was so responsive to my touch. So trusting. So damn beautiful.
I want to do it again. Badly.
And soon.
The bathroom door is pulled open, and a very naked Maya waltzes back into the room.
I like how confident she is in front of me, not trying to hide herself like most would.
She slips back under the covers, sliding up next to me. She doesn’t say anything, just sets her head on my shoulder.
I can’t stop myself from pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“That was…wow.”
I chuckle. “A good wow?”
“No. Totally bad. I thought for sure your dick would be bigger.”
I snort, peering down at her. “That so?”
She nods, her lips setting into a grim line. “By at least a few inches. What a disappointment…”
“It’s weird…I didn’t hear you complaining last night. In fact, I’m pretty sure you were begging for me.”
“I was? Huh. You must have misheard me because—”
She shrieks when I slide an arm around her and swing her over my lap until she’s straddling me.
My already hard cock rubs against her clit, eliciting a moan from her still swollen lips.
“Don’t think I misheard that.”
I thrust against her again and swallow her next moan with my mouth. Her tongue slips in against mine and her hands curl into my hair, tugging me closer as she rubs her pussy against me, needing the friction as much as I do.
“Nolan…” My name falls