Gently, he pulled his hand from between her legs and wrapped his arm around her middle as he cupped her breast and slid his c**k out of her, craving their connection instantly after it was lost.
Her breathing had steadied and her body weight settled into his arms.
She’d slept late that morning but she’d been worn out. He wouldn’t be surprised, after what they’d done (and they’d sampled four positions in his catalogue, all of which they both enjoyed to the fullest), if she fell asleep.
His head came up and he shifted her hair off her neck with his chin before he asked softly in her ear, “You asleep, baby?”
He was surprised when she whispered, “No.”
He kissed her neck then absorbed her shiver, something which made him smile.
“Do you want to talk?” he asked her neck.
She was still whispering when she replied, “No.”
That was perfectly fine with him.
He settled in behind her, tightening his arms.
She didn’t fight it. She cuddled closer even though there was no closer to get still, she sought it.
This pleased him.
Perhaps he was getting somewhere.
His face went back to her hair and his arm left her waist. His hand travelled down her arm and found her hand.
Realizing vaguely he was relieved to find her hand open and relaxed; he threaded his fingers in hers.
Her fingers closed tight.
Yes, he was getting somewhere.
“Sleep,” he encouraged.
“Okay,” she whispered.
He stayed awake until he knew she slept.
And he stayed awake longer, unconsciously waiting for her to have that dream.
When time slid by and she didn’t but instead laid peaceful in his arms, Prentice finally fell asleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Miracle Worker
Isabella
In the moments before fully waking, Isabella felt that sweet, long-lost sense of contentment she’d only experienced once in her life for fifteen months twenty years ago.
Then her travel alarm sounded.
Her eyes opened.
The warm solid weight at her back shifted, the fingers laced in hers released and Prentice pressed into her back as she saw his arm reach out, his hand tagging the clock.
The bed moved as she felt him get up on an elbow and she stared at her clock held before her in his hand.