Page 76 of Forget That Guy
And if I wore pants to bed, I’d be waking up every hour to yank them down off my calves.
I lifted the covers and got in, pushing her over to the middle. I could’ve left her where she was and slept on the opposite side of the bed, but I always slept closest to the door. Safety was ingrained in me.
Plus, my shotgun was sitting there, and if I caught those damn wolves coming back and eating my livestock or my dogs, I needed easy access to it and the door so I could get outside.
I could hear the kids moving around. Laughing. Talking.
But none of that affected me.
I fell asleep comforted in the knowledge that everyone I cared for was happy and safe.
Hours later, I woke up to a warm body curled into mine.
I had hair covering the entirety of my chest.
A small arm curled up around my neck. A foot stuffed between my thighs. Another hand not quite in my underwear, but damn close.
My eyes were so damn heavy that I did nothing but twist and curl my body around hers, lifting my leg to lay over her body.
She curled in even further, and I had the feeling of utter rightness filtering through my limbs before I fell back to sleep again.
The next time I woke it was to a raging hard-on that was reaching well out of my underwear and a supple ass pressing up against it.
I growled under my breath and buried my face into Holly’s hair.
I inhaled deeply, taking the scent into my lungs.
She pressed further against me, then stilled.
That’s when I knew that she was awake, and very aware of her precarious position.
She didn’t move, though.
Well, at least, she didn’t move away.
She did move experimentally, pressing herself deeper into my hold.
She twisted her hips slightly, testing my cock’s hardness.
And she squeezed her arms tighter, fitting herself further into my arms.
I took that as the sign that it was and rasped, “You should probably tell me to stop.”
She stilled. “I don’t think I want to.”
That was all the encouragement that I needed.
My hand smoothed down the length of her body, starting at her ribs and ending at her knee.
She shivered and scissored her legs restlessly, letting me know that she was in this just as deep as I was.
“One last time,” I urged.
“I want you. I want this,” she breathed.
That was what I needed to hear.
I shifted my hand to her hips, which was when I realized that last night she’d gotten into my t-shirt…and nothing else.
