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“Being naked?” he teases.
“Being naked with you.”
He inhales deeply at my confession.
“Why does this feel more intimate than sex?” I voice my thoughts.
“Because it is. This is more of an emotional connection. Being fully exposed for the sake of feeling someone close to you is not the same as getting close to get off.”
“This is better,” I state confidently. At least from my experience.
“Then the men of your past have been doing it wrong.” His voice is thick and does nothing to mask that he’s struggling to not take this further too.
I laugh, my body, and my boobs shaking with laughter. His cock twitches and it takes everything inside me to continue to pretend like the evidence of what this is doing to him isn’t really there.
I squirm because, damn, I’m turned on.
“Ignore it.”
“I’m trying because I promised you this was all, but it’s harder—I mean, more difficult than I thought.” I giggle. I yelp when he smacks my ass lightly. “Hey!”
“Go to sleep, baby.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“You can.” He holds me a little tighter and runs his hand up and down my spine gently. I can feel my eyes grow heavy as I start to drift off from his comforting touch.
“Merrick?”
“Yeah?”
“I know you think that I’ll regret this in the light of day, but I promise you, I won’t.”
“Good.”
“I’ll never forget this night as long as I live.”
“That makes two of us, Court. Now, get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
I know he’s awake. I can feel his breath hitting the back of my neck and feel the rise and fall of his chest. I’m sure he knows that I’m awake, too, as I’m sure he’s already guessed, but I’m not ready to break this connection. That is, until my belly growls, and we both laugh.
“Good morning.”
I turn my head toward him. “Morning.”
He presses his lips to my bare shoulder. “Feeling okay?”
“Perfect.”
“No regrets?”
“Not a single one.” I mean it. Sure, I’m a little embarrassed that I basically threw myself at him, stripping out of my clothes, and demanding he do the same, but all in all, I’m just happy to be here with him, with his arms wrapped around me, and nothing between us.
“How about we get dressed and I make you some breakfast?”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
“Let me take care of you.” His words are softly spoken, but there’s an emotion behind them that I can’t name.
