Almost too afraid to point it out, I said, “B-but we’re not gonna fuck.”
He kissed the exposed skin of my shoulder through the too-large neck hole of my shirt. “I know.”
Okay then.
“Rest now, Kitten. I’ve got you.”
It was that promise that allowed me to relax enough to finally fall asleep after a torturous day.
I cracked an eyelid open before immediately slamming it shut again when I came face-to-face with a man’s nipple. The events of last night came rushing back, but thankfully, without any of the physical pain still lingering.
God, that sucked. I never wanted to go through that again if I could help it.
As much as I wanted to stay in bed, daylight was already peeking through the blinds, and I desperately needed to use the restroom.
Turning over slowly, I tried not to wake Sasha as I slid out from beneath the giant paw draped over my waist.
“Where are you going?” his groggy voice came from behind me as I sat up on the edge of the mattress. Thank goodness, he couldn’t see me biting my lip at how sexy it sounded, all roughened by sleep. I didn’t need him getting any ideas. The cramps might be gone, but the other symptoms were still very much present.
“Bathroom.” I kept my voice low.
Why was I whispering when both of us were awake?
The sheets rustled, and when I peeked over my shoulder, I was rewarded with the sight of him stretching both arms over his head, the move highlighting every magnificent muscle of his chest and abs.
Jesus, he was hot.
A corner of his lips twitched when he caught me staring. “Enjoying the view, sweetheart?”
Fuck. I really, really was.
Sasha scratched his chest before running a hand down his six-pack until it disappeared beneath the sheets, tented by his morning wood.
“Run along, babe. Go take care of your business, and I’ll take care of mine.” I could make out the motion of his long, slow strokes, hidden from my view.
My jaw dropped on an exhale. Was he really going to—
“Don’t tempt me with that mouth, Kitten. I’m trying to be a gentleman because you’re under the weather, but I’ve been hard all night with that soft ass pressed against me, and I need some relief.”
Pulling my lips together, I couldn’t stop an audible swallow.
Yep. He was totally planning to jerk off in my bed while I was in the bathroom.
He groaned, upping the pace at which he tugged on his cock. “Better get a move on. We’ve got places to be.”
That was news to me. “We do?”
A lazy, sexy smile tugged on the corner of his lips as his eyelids drooped the closer he drew to climax.
“We have a playdate.” He winked.
I huffed out a disbelieving laugh. Would there ever come a day when he didn’t throw me for a loop?
Pulling up to a large house in an upscale neighborhood of Indianapolis, Sasha put his sports car in park. Reaching over, he scratched behind Cannoli’s ears, where he sat in my lap. Wherever we were going, my—or maybe it was our?—puppy was set to be the star attraction.
“Stay there.” He hopped into the January chill, jogging around the hood before pulling my door open.
Cannoli barked excitedly when he was lifted off my lap and his growing-by-the-minute furry body was tucked against Sasha’s chest.
