“Oh!” I squeak. “Yes, you can change.”
He smirks and then retreats to his closet. He returns only a moment later in grey sweatpants and holding a white shirt. “Shirt or no shirt?”
My mouth dries as I consider the thought of curling up with Jarron’s naked chest to sleep. “Shirt,” I say quickly.
I’m already questioning my resolve to keep this night tame. To take this slow. My heart and mind are still all twisted up in so many things. My body sure as hell knows what it wants, but the rest of me is less certain.
Jarron throws on the T-shirt and climbs into the bed first, holding up the covers for me to join. I crawl beneath them and his arms, twisting so my back is against his chest.
He settles in, one arm beneath my head and the other draped over my waist. “Is this good?” he whispers against my hair.
“Perfect.”
He gives me a gentle squeeze.
“Lights?” I ask. The room turns pitch black.
I gasp, heart racing. My vision adjusts quickly, though, and I can make out most of the room in the darkness thanks to the moonlight streaming through the window.
My body is still entirely wound up, and I can’t stop my mind from considering all the things I’d really like to do right about now. Like straddle Jarron, pressing hard against him. Like kissing him, deep and passionate like earlier tonight, and not stopping for hours.
Nope, not tonight.
Tonight, I will find a way to relax and deal with all these confusing feelings in the morning.
Somehow, in only minutes, the warmth and comfort of Jarron’s arms lulls me into a deep sleep.
38
Morning, Sunshine
I shiftand become aware of smooth, cool sheets on my legs. Not the itchy, thick sheets I’ve been sleeping with for weeks now.
I twist, forcing my eyes open. Darkness casts eerie shadows over the massive bedroom.
Not mine.
My heart races then skips a beat.I’m in Jarron’s room.
I stayed overnight in his room.Nothing happened, I comfort myself as flashes of the night come back. Well, kind of nothing. Jarron did handcuff himself to the bed while I touched him to my fill.
My cheeks warm.
Well, this will be a very interesting morning.
“Morning, sunshine.”
Jarron is standing in the doorway to his balcony, a mug of something steaming in his hand. He leans against the doorframe, a lazy expression of contentment on his face. Dammit, why does he have to be so sexy?
How in the world did I end up in this situation? Worse than pretending to date a demon prince? Now, I think I’m actually dating him.
“What’s that look for?” he asks.
I smooth out whatever strange expression I’d been wearing. “Just trying to figure out how the hell I got here.”
He frowns. “Do you not remember?”
“No!” I say quickly, flopping back onto the pillow. “I don’t mean literally. I mean figuratively.”
