Page 51 of Too Enchanting

“I hope I wasn’t too rough, or too fast. I promise, next time I’ll be more gentle,” Jed said, and I shifted so I could look up into his face.

“It was perfect,” I assured him, although the prospect of more … and gentle, had a tingle shooting through me. Which was crazy, because my tingles should be as tired as the rest of me.

“You’re amazing,” he said, hugging me tighter.

He was warm, we were cuddling, and he smelled great.

Within seconds, we’d both dropped off into a happy, satisfied slumber.

When we woke up a few hours later, the lights were still on, it was dark outside, and since we were still naked, it had gotten cold.

Still exhausted, and not fully awake, we got up long enough to pull back the covers, then got under and snuggled back against each other.

“So tired,” Jed said with a yawn.

I don’t know if he was apologizing for not jumping me again right then, but he needn’t have worried. After the amount of work we’d been doing and the lack of sleep I’d had, coupled with the amazing bout of sex, I was barely functioning myself.

We had plenty of time for more sex, what we both needed was rest.

“Me, too,” I agreed, throwing my arm around his chest, my leg around his waist, and burrowing into his side.

It was so toasty and comfortable that it didn’t take long until we were both dropping off again.

My last thought before falling asleep was that I couldn’t remember ever feeling so content and happy while being completely myself with another person.

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