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“Defineawake,” she mutters, all groggy sass and sleepy chaos.
Another grind. Slower.
More deliberate.
“Conscious enough to start grinding on me, apparently.”
She hums, way too pleased with herself. “You’re warm. I got bored.”
“Bored?” I repeat, scandalized. “I’ve been lying here like a human space heater while you sleep off a four-bond marathon, and you’rebored?”
“You’re not exactly suffering,” she murmurs, rocking again.
I hiss through my teeth, because yeah, the jeans are absolutely losing this fight.
“Hard not to react when you’re treating me like a particularly useful piece of furniture.”
She snorts. Then pushes at my chest and sits up with an infuriating amount of confidence. “Lie back.”
I blink. “You giving orders now?”
“I am if you’re smart enough to follow them.”
And damn it - my brain goes offline. My spine straightens. Instinct clicks into place like it’s being called to attention by the field commander I apparently can’t say no to., and I move.
Slowly. Deliberately.
Like a man who knows he’s about to lose a war and doesn’t care because the opposing general is stunning and currently straddling him in Lucian’s shirt.
She climbs over me, thighs bracketing mine, heat bleeding through every thread of what little we’re wearing.
“Remember the first time?” she whispers, leaning in, lips brushing my ear. “When you made me beg?”
I groan, fingers gripping her hips. “Vividly. Still dreaming about it.”
“Well,” she grinds down, “consider this payback.”
I bark out a laugh that turns into a moan halfway through.
“Keep doing that and I’ll pay you back so hard you’ll forget your name.”
“Big promises, soldier.”
“Bigeverything, sweetheart.”
She smiles - less smug now, more something else. Somethingreal.
She leans down and kisses my jaw, the corner of my mouth. I go completely still, because that? That wasn’t heat. That was hers.
Hers and mine.
“I’m not fragile,” she murmurs. “I’m not going to break.”
I meet her eyes. “I know. You’re the strongest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
There’s a pause. Like something’s building.
Then she breathes:
