Page 150 of Untying the Knot
“I know.” She scoots in close. “Can I spoon you for some warmth?”
“If you want to,” I answer, unfazed as I turn my back toward her and tuck my pillow under my head.
I feel her move closer until her body is plastered against mine. In seconds, the bed turns from chilly to boiling.
“Mmm, you’re always so warm. I feel like you’re my warming rock, and I’m a lizard.”
I lift a brow, even though she can’t see my face. “Not a fan of that analogy.”
She chuckles and brings her arm around my waist, where she rests her hand against my stomach. “It’s all I could think of.” Her fingers move lightly across my abs, passing through the indents. It feels so goddamn good that I want to roll over and give her full access to my body, but we’re not doing anything like that.
We’re sleeping, and that’s it.
We had fun.
We drank.
Now we’re sleeping.
“I had fun with you tonight,” she says softly as I feel her breath on my back.
“I had fun with you too,” I reply just as her fingers travel along my skin. From the lightest touch, it sends my muscles into a bout of contractions, all bunching together while her fingers slowly, and I mean achingly slow, move down to the waistband of my briefs.
My chest fills with air as my cock twitches.
Fuck, I’m getting turned on, just like that. The smallest of touches is all it takes too.
“I feel like we’ve lost that fun along the way. I’m glad we decided to have fun tonight.”
“Me too, babe,” I answer right before she scoots in even closer. “The fun always brought us back together when we were going through tough times.”
Her fingers now press against my skin, so close to the waistband of my boxer briefs that I grow hard. If only she’d slip her fingers past the waistband, feel my throbbing cock, and see how much she still makes me feel like the luckiest fucking man when she touches me.
“Because that’s how we started, with just fun,” she says. “Remember the night we had dinner together? Nachos and broccoli?”
“How could I forget? I stared at your tits for half the night.”
She chuckles, and her breasts jiggle against my back. “I should have known then that you were going to spend most of our time together worshipping them.” She slowly slides her index finger along the elastic of my waistband until it slips just under.
I clench down on my teeth, my body straining to remain in control.
“You have the best tits, babe. Hands down. I love sucking on them,” I say, testing the waters, seeing what she has to say about that. When she doesn’t tell me to stop, I add, “And your nipples. Fuck, when they’re hard, nothing turns me on more.”
I feel her chest rise and fall quickly as her fingers slip lower into my briefs.
Fuck.
She’s getting close, so goddamn close, and because I have no self-control, I lightly twist, maybe an inch, to give her better access, in case she wants it.
“And then there was the first night we ever saw each other,” she says, changing the subject. “When you walked in, I couldn’t get over how hot you were.”
“You didn’t show it,” I say as I give her another inch.
“Because I was annoyed you didn’t have more snacks for me.” Her fingers dip even lower and lightly stroke the sensitive skin right above my cock.
I gulp. “Well, I was annoyed because you decided to use my flag as a blanket.”
She chuckles against my back and draws her fingers up and down, right above my pubic bone. My dick grows exponentially harder in seconds. “Well, if you gave me a blanket, I wouldn’t have had to use your flag.”
