My hair slid off my shoulder and fell down my back.
I opened my eyes and Lee was sitting on the couch in the cushion exposed above by my curled legs.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” he replied.
“You didn’t call,” I told him.
“It was late, I was worried I’d wake you.”
I got up on my elbow.
“What time is it?”
“Comin’ on midnight.”
I did a mini-stretch and came up a bit more. As I was doing this, his hands found my waist and twisted me around onto his lap. My book fell to the floor but neither of us went for it. He settled into the sofa and I settled into him, putting my head on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his middle. One of his arms was around my waist, the other hand resting above my knee.
“You planned dinner,” he said. “Is it ruined?”
“I made stuff that would fit into an uncertain schedule. We can have it tomorrow or I can make it tonight. You hungry?” I asked.
“Not for food.”
His hand slid up my thigh, taking the hem of my dress with it.
My stomach did a dip.
“Are you tired?” he asked.
“I was asleep,” I stated the obvious.
“That wasn’t what I asked.”
“Aren’t you tired?”
“I was, I’m not anymore.”
“Oh.”
Yikes.
His hand came up more and his head bent so he could touch his mouth to my neck.
“How’s your man?” I asked.
“Alive,” he said to the skin below my ear. “Critical but he’s a fighter.” His tongue touched my skin and I shivered.
“That’s good, I guess.”
“Do you wanna go to bed?”
“Yes,” I told him.
He lifted his head and his hand slid around my thigh, going under the fabric of my dress. The tips of his fingers glided across the edge of my panties at my leg.
“Let me rephrase that, do you wanna go to sleep?”