Work In Progress (Red Lipstick Coalition #3) - Staci Hart Page 0,93

top on the heap shortly after, leaving me in a cami bra and underwear. It’d been hard enough dislodging myself from his grip long enough to even get my clothes off. The second I wriggled away from him to kick a leg out from the covers, his arms would wind around my waist and pull me back into his chest. His face nuzzled into my hair. His boner pressed against my naked back.

I’d gotten no sleep, it was true.

But it was the best night of my life.

I’d thrown the covers off us but kept the sheet. And once I was out of the flannel, the heat of his body was welcomed.

At one point, I was half-asleep and dreaming of him, my ass pressed into his hips. I was too groggy and turned on to fight the urge to nestle his length between my ass cheeks. He woke with a moan, kissing the back of my neck, his hand slipping between my legs, into my panties, into me until I came again.

I’d felt terribly guilty leaving him in the state he was in, which was still aggressively present and currently pressing my full bladder into my spine.

I rolled my neck and pressed a kiss to the broad disc of his chest, planning to roll off him and head to the bathroom, but his arms locked around me before I could. He rolled us over to our sides, slipping his hand into my hair and bringing his lips to mine.

For a split second, I worried about my breath, but the thought floated away as his tongue delved into my mouth. He didn’t seem to mind. So I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with all I had in me.

When he broke away, he was smiling. “Did I take these off?”

I shook my head, smiling back. “If I hadn’t, I’m afraid I might have actually spontaneously combusted.”

“I run hot,” he said with a chuckle.

“That’s an understatement.”

His smile faded, concern taking its place. “Did we…last night, did I…touch you again?”

I slipped my thigh between his to get my hips closer. “Boy, did you.”

Tommy frowned, and I didn’t know if I imagined his boner easing, which made me frown. “I’m sorry, Melia.” He cupped my face. “I thought it was a dream.”

“Why are you sorry? That was the best part about not sleeping last night.”

A laugh left him, his worry fading.

An admission tickled my throat. “I…I was going to turn around and return the favor, but I chickened out.”

“Well, as soon as you don’t feel like a chicken about it, it’ll be waiting.”

My pelvis nudged his gigantic hardon. “This doesn’t seem like it wants to wait.”

He drew a breath through his nose, snagging my hip to pull me closer to him. “Oh, trust me. This wants you so bad, I’m surprised it didn’t give it up last night. But a long, hot, soapy shower awaits. I’ll take care of it.”

I salivated at the thought of Tommy in the shower, surrounded by steam, covered in soap, hand on his cock and eyes clenched shut.

He must have read my mind, which was likely written all over my face, because he laughed and kissed me, covering me with his body, grinding his length into that spot, that place that wanted him. It was a match striking, and he knew just what to do. And I was so hot so instantly, I could have blown my top with three well-placed shifts of my hips.

Starved. I felt like I’d been starved my entire life and had just been offered a feast. A naked man-feast.

His lips came together, ending the kiss. “Come on. I want to get you off to Janessa’s so I can get you back here.”

“You have a lot of work to do today, mister. If Aislinn and Wynn don’t get out of the dwarves’ caves soon, your word count is going to blow to high heaven.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said, the corner of his mouth climbing.

One of my brows rose.

“I don’t get to kiss you until I hit word count.”

I pouted. “I don’t know if I like this game.”

But he laughed. “I’m shooting to finish before you get back. And then I’m kissing you for hours.”

I wet my lips in anticipation. “So I shouldn’t hurry home?”

His grip tightened. “Oh, you should definitely hurry.”

And he kissed me once more to impress exactly what I’d be missing while I was gone.

An hour later, I was out the door and headed to Midtown where the