Cupcakes and Christmas - R.J. Scott Page 0,62
daily workout. I knew that for a fact. His belly was soft, slightly rounded, enough so that it would be so soft to lay on. I shuffled a little so I was in the right space and gently pressed a kiss to his belly button then to the hip bone closest to me before laying my head on his belly and settling in for more sleep. I think I woke him, but he didn’t move. He simply carded a hand through my hair as if it was perfectly natural for me to use him as a pillow. I drifted back to sleep, woken when the soft pillow beneath my head moved, and I found myself flat on the mattress. He’d tried to sneak out from me so carefully, but I snagged his hand as he passed by and stopped him.
“Are you going?”
He immediately yanked at his T-shirt, pulling it down so it awkwardly hid his groin, and then backed into the bathroom. I heard the flush and the water running and then there was silence.
“Are you okay?” I faux-whispered through the door, aware it was still early, and I didn’t want to wake up the occupants of the three other suites on this floor.
“Uh huh,” he said, just as quietly so I could barely hear anything at all.
“Are you coming out?” I sat back on the bed, anticipation making me half hard. Last night, we’d tested boundaries, kisses that led to more but I wanted it all with him. I’d even picked up condoms on a quick trip to the hotel shop, a small place that stocked essentials such as toothpaste, condoms, and snacks. I stocked up on all three and bought a toothbrush as well. I should have told him that.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” he said, a little louder this time.
“I bought you a toothbrush. It’s the purple one on the side, and your own toothpaste, although you can use mine.”
“You bought me a toothbrush?”
“Yeah, I did.” I so very nearly explained that this is what lovers might do for each other, and I even thought about mentioning the condoms and lube I’d also bought. But it wasn’t as if I was the most experienced person on earth where relationships were concerned, so who the hell knows what lovers do at any time in the ritual.
I heard the water running again and the sound of him brushing his teeth. I tested my own breath, which was still minty. What else did I need to check if I was going to attempt to seduce him into us sharing more mind-blowing orgasms? We’d showered before falling asleep, it was all good. The door opened and Brody peered out, his bed head smoothed down and his stubbled face so damn sexy I nearly dragged him out of the bathroom.
He was wearing his T-shirt and clutching a towel in front of him, almost as if he was hiding himself.
“What’s wrong?” I was completely naked sitting on the bed, confident in myself and he just looked weird.
“Nothing,” he answered too quickly and then let out a noisy sigh. “I fell asleep.”
“We both did.”
“I woke up and you were here.” He waved at me then himself.
“Cuddling up to you,” I finished his sentence. “I’m sorry, was that not okay?”
“It’s too fast.” He drew a hand through his hair and gripped it.
“It’s no different than us falling asleep in our own rooms.”
“It is different.” He sounded miserable, and I didn’t understand what was happening. Had I done something wrong? Heaven knows I didn’t have experience so this was probably on me. Something about the way he was standing, with that damn towel in front of him when all I wanted to do was have a sneak peek at what I’d spent a long time kissing last night. Me and Brody junior were intimately acquainted.
“How? We just happened to be in the same bed is all, and I just happened to wake up and see you sexy and sprawling and your belly was right there, and I cuddled in.”
“I was naked.”
“So was I.”
“But you… ” He pointed at me and then leaned on the door jamb as if his legs were jelly, and he couldn’t stand up. “You’re perfect. No one wakes up next to you and lays their head on your belly and calls you fat, or lazy, or any shit like that.” He released the hold on his hair and scrubbed his face. “God, I don’t know what I’m saying, I’m half asleep.”
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