She let out a soft laugh, but bit back a teasing remark. She didn’t know if she was ready to relax that much with him. She shivered again as she sat up. “I’m okay. You can go back to bed.”
Jayson cupped her cheek and studied her eyes, then shook his head. “You still look terrified. Lie down. I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”
She didn’t want to be a bother, but she didn’t want to be alone, either. His presence comforted her and she didn’t want him to leave.
She lay down and he scooted in behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She wanted to cry at the simple sensation of being held. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his body pressed against hers. His breathing was slow and steady, and she felt her own slowing to match his. She didn’t want to sleep. She just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being safe.
After lying there a while, she felt his hot skin on her lower back and realized her shirt had pushed up a little. His legs were curved against hers. Sabrina’s mind started to wander to more carnal ideas.
She shivered again, but not from fear. His skin against hers... his hot, hard body behind her. She wanted to turn around and press herself against him.
Why on earth do I want to have sex when I don’t have to?
Maybe that was precisely it. Because she didn’t have to. He was a handsome man. And kind. She’d never been with a nice man before.
His hand slid down to her hip. “Don’t you wear shorts or panties or something to bed?” he muttered.
“I feel trapped if I do that.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. She felt him growing hard against her rear. “I’m sorry, Sabrina. You’re a very attractive woman.”
“Do you want me to help?”
He stiffened.
Long seconds of silence passed as her heart pounded in her ears.
“Why did you ask that?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Because that’s what I’m supposed to do,” she whispered.
“Oh, Sabrina,” he choked out. “Why on earth would you think that?” His erection was gone.
She didn’t have an answer to his question.
“Go to sleep,” he whispered and kissed the back of her head. “You have a busy day tomorrow.”
She stared out the window for a long time. She couldn’t say she felt lonely, but she definitely felt lost.
Chapter Thirteen
Sabrina woke next to a man, her head on his bare chest and his arm around her. Without thinking, she trailed her hand down his flat stomach and onto his morning-hard cock. She stroked it a few times over his pants, then slipped under the waistband to feel his silken skin.
As she stroked him, she wondered who she was in bed with. It wasn’t Ramon. It also wasn’t unusual to not know who she was waking up with. It happened plenty of times, and she knew what was expected of her.
He moaned in his sleep. She pushed his pants down below his balls and slipped down under the covers to take his cock into her mouth, sucking on it and stroking it with her hand.
He shifted his body and moaned again. His hand moved to rest on her head and she sucked harder. It usually didn’t take too long in the morning.
It didn’t really matter who Ramon left her with, as long as she pleased him.
She pushed her head down and took more of him into her mouth. He moaned again and grasped her hair in his hands. She continued, taking as much in her mouth as she could. She had been told many times that she was good at sucking cock. She hoped she pleased... whomever this was.
Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up, rolling her onto her back. He stretched out on top of her and slowly pressed himself inside her.
She cried out softly. He was thick and it felt so good. She kept her eyes closed against the morning light. This man was kind, and she didn’t want reality to ruin the pleasure. His mouth pressed against hers, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth. She parted her lips. A jolt of heat slammed into her lower body.
He wrapped his arms around her back and kissed her, thrusting in and out of her. Oh God, that feels so good! He was gentle, but the thrusts were firm. She matched her movements to his and relished in his thickness that filled her so deeply.