“Feel free.”
He kissed her shoulder again. “Go back to sleep.”
“There’s a key on the hook by the door with the Patriots keychain that’ll get you in when you come back.”
“Got it.”
The next thing she knew, he was crawling back into bed with her and gathering her into his cold embrace.
Sierra shivered. “You’re freezing.”
“Coldest day yet out there.”
“Let’s stay here all day.”
“You have stuff to do downstairs, and I’m looking forward to getting my hands on your wiring.”
She groaned.
He cupped her backside. “Get this sweet ass out of bed before I have to resort to other tactics.”
“What other tactics?”
“I’ll never tell. I’m saving them for when I really need them.”
“Ah, okay. I’ll stay on guard then.”
He pinched her ass, making her jolt. “First tactic delivered.”
“Knock it off! I’m getting up.” She sat on the edge of the bed to stretch.
His arm came around her midsection, and the next thing she knew, she was flat on her back again with him above her.
“What is this tactic called?”
“This one is commonly referred to as ‘one more minute in bed won’t hurt anything.’”
She turned her face so he couldn’t kiss her. “I need to brush my teeth.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do, now get off me and let me up.”
“I will, but I want the record to show I didn’t want to.”
“Duly noted.”
He rolled over, putting his impressive erection on full display.
“Does that thing ever get tired?”
“He doesn’t like being referred to as a thing.”
Sierra got up and walked toward the bathroom. Over her shoulder, she said, “That doesn’t answer my question.”
“He’s in a permanent state of readiness when you’re around.”
“I see how it is.”
