“Great,” I muttered. “I don’t know whether to be mortified or turned on.”
“How about just bein’ you. It isn’t mortifying ‘cause it’s cute, it’s sweet and it’s hot. But it don’t matter since there’s nothing you can do about it anyway.”
This was good advice so I decided to take it.
“Though,” he continued, “when you do it pressin’ up against me, it wakes me up, I hear it, you’re close, I don’t know whether to lie there and enjoy it or wake you up and f**k you.”
At that moment, I would have advised him to choose the latter.
Instead, I suggested, “Go with your gut.”
“Gut tells me to f**k you.”
“Like I said.”
Tack threw his head back and burst out laughing and I grinned through the dark at him while he did it. My arms around him, holding his big, shaking body close and really liking the sound and feel of his humor all around me.
When he was mostly done, but still chuckling, he dropped his head and took my mouth in a hot, sweet, wet, long kiss that left me slightly breathless and holding him even closer.
“All right, Red, time for some shuteye,” he muttered when he released my mouth.
“Okay, honey.”
“Three.”
“Pardon?”
“Three honeys.”
He was counting.
“Now you’re being sweet,” I whispered.
“You gonna fall apart on me?”
“I’ll try not to.”
“Good,” he said softly then dipped his head again and touched his mouth to mine before he rolled, taking me with him and settling us with me tucked into his side. “Now sleep.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“Attitude,” he muttered.
“What do you expect? You just ordered me to go to sleep.”
“You wanna watch TV with the kids?”
“No.”
“So what’s with the sass?”
“It’s me.”
“It is,” he sighed. “Fuck me.”
“You said you like it,” I reminded him.
“Gotta shut up to sleep, Tyra,” he noted.