I laughed softly and offered, “You want me to get pissed and maybe throw a rant?”
“No, ‘cause that makes me hard too.”
“What doesn’t make you hard?”
“Comes to you, not much.”
Oh boy.
That was nice.
“Honey,” I whispered.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, pressing his h*ps into me, “seriously, stop being sweet.”
“Maybe we should go to sleep. I can’t be anything unconscious.”
“Yeah you can. You go back to cute.”
I blinked up at him and asked, “Pardon?”
“You go back to cute. You got these times when you press close and you make noises.”
“I make…” I paused, “noises?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you saying I snore?”
“No. I’m sayin’ you make noises.”
“What kind of noises?”
Tack didn’t respond for a moment then he asked, “You don’t know you make ‘em?”
“No.”
“No other man told you about them?”
“No.”
“Fuck, how many men have you had?”
“Tack,” I steered him back to target, “noises?”
“In your throat. Like little moans. They’re cute.”
Oh God.
“They’re also hot.”
Well, that wasn’t so bad.
Tack went on. “They sound like you sound when I’m buildin’ it.”
“Building what?”
“Buildin’ you up to coming.”