He was settling against the pillows, shirt unbuttoned all the way down, belt gone from his jeans. He looked warm and comfy so I snuggled up to him, burrowing my face in his neck. One of his arms slid around my shoulders, the other hand was rubbing his jaw.
“Why are you rubbing your jaw?” I asked.
“I was gettin’ into bed, you turned and clocked me.”
Oopsie.
“Sorry. That happens sometimes. I’m an active sleeper.”
“So you’ve said.”
I snuggled deeper into him and wrapped my arm around his abs. I closed my eyes, my cheek against his shoulder.
“What are you doin’?” he asked.
“Going to bed, I’m sleepy.”
“What happened to being jazzed?”
“No more jazzed,” I murmured and settled in, “sleepy.”
He turned and one of his hands went to my hip and pushed it back. My body went with it and I opened my eyes.
His hand went from my hip to smooth over the material of the robe at my ass.
I looked at him. It was dark but I could still tell his eyes were warm and intent.
Mm.
I took a not so wild shot in the dark. “You’re still jazzed.”
“Totally pumped,” he answered then his mouth connected with my jaw and ran the length of it and dipped down to my neck.
His hand went under the robe, encountered the garter and froze.
I’d forgotten.
“Um… I had a little surprise planned for you before I fell asleep,” I told him.
His fingertip followed the garter down to where it attached to the stocking.
“Yeah, I can feel.”
He turned away from me, the bedside light went on, all soft, romantic lighting was gone.
“Lee, the light…”
“Quiet,” he said, “I wanna see.”
He untied the robe and spread it wide. I kind of felt like an idiot. I mean, I actually bought this underwear to wear. I found stockings more comfortable than hose. The underwear had never been used for this purpose.
Lee looked down at me, then up and his eyes locked with mine. There was a hint of what I saw in the locker room at his offices and I got a thrill at the sense that he was just barely hanging onto his control.
“It’s like Christmas,” he said.
He traced the lace over my breast with his fingertip. Then his hand went away and his tongue traced the lace.
I found instantly I wasn’t sleepy anymore.