Breathe(120)

His arms around me gave me a squeeze. “Read here, baby. I’ll be all right.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

And that was what I did. He didn’t lie. He was all right. I checked about fifteen minutes after I started reading and he was asleep on his side, one hand shoved under his pillow, one arm cocked in front of him on the bed.

I took this opportunity to study him since I’d never seen him sleep. His long, dark brown lashes resting at the tops his cheeks. His handsome face relaxed and no less handsome. His big, powerful body shut down.

Studying him, I wasn’t surprised to note he exuded extreme hotness even when he was unconscious.

Pure male beauty.

After I set the Nook on the nightstand, I turned out the light and settled in, my back to him, thinking maybe I should adjust my sleeping schedule to his. The last two nights, I fell asleep in his arms. It was nice having him here with me in my bed. But it was better cuddling with him before I fell asleep.

Bath didn’t help.

His words the morning after I gave him my virginity filtered through my head.

So much was happening and all of it was so huge, I didn’t think of it at the time, why he did that, guided me to the bath.

I wanna see to you. Will you let me do that, Faye?

He thought he would cause an ache and he did it to alleviate the pain.

My heart settled, I smiled against my pillow just as Chace’s arm wrapped around my waist and hauled me across the bed. He didn’t tuck me to him, he tucked me under him, his body curved into mine but it also tilted into mine so it was pressed deep into me.

He did this the night before too.

I liked it then.

I liked it no less now.

“Done?” he muttered, his voice sleepy sexy.

“Yeah,” I answered, my hand sliding down his arm to curl around his wrist at my belly.

“Good book?” he kept muttering.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he continued muttering.

I snuggled deeper into him.

His arm around me tightened.

I sighed.

I felt his arm relax and his weight settle into me.

He was asleep.

My eyes drifted closed and I became the same

* * * * *

Ten twenty-three the next night

I gasped as Chace gathered me in his arms, rolled and I found myself still connected to him but sitting up and straddling him.