His voice sounded sleepy when he asked what he always asked, “Done?”
“Uh…” she hesitated, “yeah.”
Her hesitancy and the change in normal circumstances made Chace focus on her.
“Everything okay?”
Her body shifted against his, her legs moving restlessly and all sleep left him because she did this and often. But usually she did it when his mouth was on her, his hands on her.
She was turned on.
What the f**k?
“Faye,” he called and she bit her lip.
Then she pressed her body against his, tucking her face into his neck and she whispered, “There was… uh, in my book, you know,” her legs moved against his and she finished so low he barely heard her, “a really good sex scene.”
Chace smiled.
Oh yeah, she was turned on.
And now he was too.
“Hook your leg over my hip, baby,” he ordered and she instantly complied.
He instantly slid a hand over her hip to her belly, down, between her legs then he shoved his thigh up, trapping his hand against her.
Dripping.
It must have been a good sex scene, she was totally primed.
He shifted a finger and her h*ps jerked as a small, low, sexy noise drifted up her throat.
Totally primed.
His dick started getting hard.
Then something occurred to him.
“You read sex scenes a lot?” he asked quietly.
“Um…” she didn’t answer which was her answer.
She did.
He pressed his finger in tighter and her h*ps started moving with it.
His dick got hard and started throbbing.
“What’d you do before me?” he whispered into her hair. She pressed her tits into his chest, her face deeper into his neck and ground her h*ps down on his hand and thigh.
What she didn’t do was answer.
“You got in this state, Faye,” he pushed gently, “what’d you do before me?”
Her h*ps undulated with his finger and he heard her breath come faster.
She still didn’t answer.