A giddy feeling courses through me at hearing just how low and gravelly his morning voice is. “Good morning. Thank you for taking care of me last night.”
He rolls to his left side, facing me. We’re not even a foot apart now.
“My pleasure.”
“Was it?” I bite my lip. “I was pretty drunk, and I’m remembering what a handful I was.”
His half-smile turns into a grin. “It was absolutely my pleasure to take care of you, Becca.”
His words combined with that pointed look in his eyes have my stomach doing somersaults.
“I’m sorry I made you sleep in my bed with me.” I bite my lip. “In addition to sending rambling DMs, I, um, get really affectionate and handsy when I’m drunk. I hope I didn’t make you feel like you had to stay in bed with me.” This is the thing I’m most embarrassed—and most nervous—about. As much as I loved falling asleep cuddled with Gage, I need to see how he feels the morning after it happened.
“I’m not sorry.” I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “You don’t have to worry, Becca. I liked cuddling you. I liked sleeping in your bed with you. A lot.”
There’s a flash behind his eyes that makes the ache between my legs throb even harder.
I bite back the Cheshire grin splitting my face. “You’re an excellent cuddler, by the way. Ten out of ten cuddling. I fell right to sleep.”
A low chuckle falls from his beautifully thick lips. “I remember. You were out like a light.”
I tap my fingers against the fabric separating us. Gage must notice me eyeing the space between us because then he asks me, “Do you want to cuddle again?”
I’m grinning and nodding as I scoot toward him, settling against his chest. His arms wrap around me, and I’m instantly warm.
I hum against him, closing my eyes, relaxing fully against the sexiest, most comfortable human body pillow.
“Um, Becca?”
“Yeah?” I say through a breath.
“Do you, uh, realize that you’re grinding against my leg?”
My eyes fly open, and I instantly stop moving. I didn’t even realize…
I bury my face into his chest and groan-laugh. “I’m sorry. I, uh, should probably explain that.”
Gage rests his head on top of mine. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I just, um okay, so here’s the thing. Sometimes, the morning after I drink, I can get pretty, um, turned on.”
“Hangover horn,” he says without missing a beat.
“Exactly.”
“That’s okay. Like I said, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I can tell he’s smiling as he says it. I relax against him even more. When I lean back and look up at Gage, I notice his gaze has gone full-on fiery, like he’s turned on by what I’ve said. Like he can feel the heat burning inside of me and is burning up too.
Like he wants me just as much as I want him.
And that’s what gives me the nerve to do what I do.
I press a kiss to his throat. “Gage.” I’m breathless when I say his name. “Will you fuck me?”
A garbled grunting noise rips from his throat. I kiss his rough, stubbled skin once more, savoring the slow movement as a hard swallow glides down his throat.
He shifts to look down at me. “Becca, you have no idea just how badly I want to fuck you. But I want to make sure we both know what we’re getting into.”
