The next time I woke was to a warm bodycurling close to me and a low laugh as I wrapped my arms around it. “What if I wasa burglar? You just gonna cuddle one into submission?”
Refusing to open my eyes, I tugged Lanecloser. “Oh, the only person I want to cuddle into anything is you.”
That didn’t quite make sense, but it was asgood as my brain could do. Lane rested his head against my chest, and I felt apuff of air hit my skin as he muffled a laugh. “I knew you were still going tobe asleep.”
“I’m not sleeping. Just resting my eyes.”Resting themverythoroughly.
Lane didn’t seem to mind. “I had a feelingyou might still be tired, so I got up early and worked out and finished up somework.”
“So now you’re ready for a nap?” He hadn’t actuallysaid that, but reading between the lines, it felt right.
“Yes.” He seemed slightly sheepish, but Iloved it.
“Hmm, I’m glad. I like curling up withyou.” He hadn’t slept over that many times yet. So we were still at thatawkward phase where it wasn’t assumed, but it was what we both wanted. “Youshould have come over last night after you went out with your friends. Did youhave fun?”
I was close to the end of my conversationalabilities, and I fought off another yawn. Lane chuckled again, pressing tighteragainst me. “Yeah. I thought about coming over, but I didn’t want to bother youif you were getting work done.”
“You’re never a bother. I love having youaround.” Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, I got comfortable again andstopped trying to fight the exhaustion that was still pulsing through me. “Cuddlingtoo.”
Another yawn broke out, and I hummed as I shiftedand tugged him so he was half draped across me like a warm, sexy blanket.“Perfect.”
The feel of Lane’s smooth hand stroking overmy chest and the soft caress of his breath on my chest was truly the best wayto fall asleep.
The next time I surfaced, my brain wasactually starting to wake up. So was my cock, but I was going to try ignoringthat for a while. But the feel of Lane’s body as he squirmed closer and rubbedhis dick against me made it difficult.
One of my hands was resting on his back, soI started lightly trailing my fingers along the lean muscles. The T-shirt wassoft and touchable, but nothing beat the feel of his skin under my hands. As myfingers inched up the fabric, Lane giggled and arched up into my touch. “Thattickles.”
Since it wasn’t a complaint, I kept workingon the shirt. I could almost reach the tantalizing skin under it. “You’re dressed.”
Lane’s hips thrust forward, grinding hiscovered cock against my thigh. He was still draped over me, one leg nestledbetween mine, pressed against my dick. “You’re not.”
“I’m pretty sure we have a rule about youhaving to be naked in my bed.” If we didn’t, we needed to have one. Laneclothed while I was stripped and hard should be a crime.
A bark of laughter escaped him. “I’m notsure I remember that rule.”
“Oh yes, I think you just deliberatelyignored that rule.”
He snorted but didn’t seem to think theidea was crazy. “I can’t ignore something that doesn’t exist.”
“Of course you can. Deliberate disobedienceis going to have to be punished.” The images and fantasies running through myhead were enough to finish waking me up. Opening my eyes made pulling his shirtup even easier, and in seconds, the creamy skin of his back was on display forme. That wasn’t going to be enough, though.
A shiver raced through Lane and his cockrubbed against my hip again. “Punish how?”
My low laugh sounded wicked even to me, andit made Lane moan quietly. “It’s been days since you were spanked. If youdidn’t have a shoot this afternoon, I’d lay you over my lap. But since that’sout for now, I guess I’m just going to have to get creative.”
His moan was filled with more frustrationthan arousal that time. He didn’t even try to hide how much the idea turned himon. “But if I’m naughty later, you’d have to spank me, wouldn’t you? To makesure I learned my lesson?”
Hell, yeah.
But even I knew that wasn’t a sexy answer.
“I’d have to. I can’t have you disobeyingme and being naughty. It wouldn’t take much to make me punish you again. If youdidn’t learn your lesson this morning, then I’d have to show you how serious Iam about you being good.” I wasn’t sure which way he wanted the fantasy to golater, but whatever it was, I was game for it.
Another shiver raced through Lane and Icould almost feel precum slicking up my skin as his cock jerked against me. Hewas wearing too many damned clothes. “Thank you for making sure I learn mylesson.”
So. Fucking. Hot.
I let my hand move down his back, but hisjeans were too tight for me to do much more than just tease his crack with myfingers. Jeans and naps did not mix. We were going to have to talk about thatlater too. “You’re still wearing too many clothes, my sexy stalker.”
