But his words made me realize it meant a lot.
And that meant a lot to me.
I swallowed and turned my head toward his lips. They touched my forehead then his arms gave me a squeeze.
The tub filled.
When it was time, Chace moved us both forward and turned off the taps then settled us back. When we were settled, his hands glided over my wet skin, light, sweet, soothing, lovely.
The water, the orgasms, Chace and his hands, any vestiges of tension left me. I melted into him in the semi-dark.
His hands stopped roaming, both his arms wrapped around me and we sat in the tub, silent, together.
That was, we did until I drifted off to sleep, my arms over Chace’s, my head turned, my forehead tucked in his throat.
I didn’t know if I was asleep for an hour or two minutes before we were up then I was up as in, again cradled in his arms.
He was gentle and quick with toweling me off and pulling the nightgown over my head.
He did the same with himself but quicker then I was back up and he was carrying me to the bed where he laid me. I watched in sleepy fascination as he pulled on a pair of burgundy, flannel, drawstring pajama bottoms.
Drowsily, I decided he was hot naked. He was hot in clothes. He was also hot in pajama bottoms.
Not a surprise.
He came to my side and switched off the light then I heard it as he rounded the bed and I rolled as he did. The bed moved as I watched his shadow enter it. He flicked the covers over us and he stretched out on his back.
But he didn’t settle on his back because I felt his hand shove under me and I was hauled to his side. His arm curled me close, pressed tight down his side and I had no choice (not that I would take another one) but to rest my cheek on his shoulder and snake my arm across his flat abs.
“So you’re a cuddler?” I whispered.
“No,” he replied.
I blinked at the shadowed planes and angles of his chest.
“Uh…”
“Or I wasn’t until about two seconds ago.”
My belly melted and my heart flipped.
“You move away from me, Faye, you’ll be right back where you are right now,” he warned, his voice quiet, soft but low and serious.
Weird.
Hot and sweet.
But weird.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“You stay close,” he ordered.
“Okay, honey.”
“Okay,” he muttered and his arm around me got tighter.
My arm around his gut gave him a squeeze.