Page 34 of Sack

“Without a car?”

“I’ll order an Uber.”

A frown wrinkled his brow as he got up on an elbow. “You don’t need to leave.”

She shrugged. “Staying feels like it’s crossing a line.”

His frown deepened and something worked behind his eyes. “Doesn’t make sense to go all the way home just to come back in the morning.”

She chewed on her bottom lip. “That’s true.”

His frown disappeared. “Good. Then it’s settled. You’re staying.” He flopped back with an arm behind his head and closed his eyes. “Lie down.”

She reached over and clicked off the lamp then got situated under the covers. She flopped to her right side, decided it was rude to give Colt her back so rolled over to her left. Did it seem like she was staring at him? She rolled to her back. That was neutral. Right? Her pillow was at a weird angle for back-sleeping. She sat up and fluffed it. She kicked her legs, untrapping her feet from the sheets.

“What’s wrong?” Colt’s voice held the gruff edge of half-sleep.

She stilled her fidgeting. “I’ve never slept naked before.”

“Once you fall asleep, you won’t know you’re naked.”

“What if there’s a fire or a natural disaster? The time it takes for me to put on clothes might be the minute that saves my life.”

She felt the covers shift and pictured him rolling to face her. “It’s also the minute I’d lose undressing you again when I want to fuck you in the middle of the night.”

“Is that a possibility?” She hoped she didn’t sound too excited.

She felt the bed shift again and caught a glimpse of him in her periphery. He was scooting closer.

“It’s a very good possibility.” His hand landed on the bare skin of her stomach before sliding across it to her waist. His biceps flexed as he tugged, pulling her until her back lay flush with his front.

Okay, being naked and spooning wasn’t bad.

“Now go to sleep while you can. You’re gonna need it.”

Well, how in the heck was she supposed to sleep after a statement like that? But she soon found out it wasn’t really that hard because the last thing she remembered before lights-out was Colt tucking her a little closer and his lips landing on the top of her head.

Colt didn’t lie. Sometime in the dead of night, she woke up with Colt’s head between her legs.

Oh, my.

She groaned.

“You’re awake?”

She cleared the sleep from her throat. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

She heard the tear of a condom wrapper and then a few seconds after that, he was filling her. She wrapped him up—arms around his neck and legs around his waist—and held on for the ride.

It wasn’t smooth. It was rough and bumpy with a pitstop halfway through to flip her onto her stomach. She shoved her face into her pillow, biting it as he yanked her hips up and entered her from behind.

Being an athlete had its advantages. The man was strong and had stamina.

Too soon, she felt the tell-tale tingle start to build. The sound of their slapping skin filled her ears as well as the roaring of her blood. She locked her arms and braced her hands against the bed, digging her fingers into the sheets, giving as good as she got, grinding herself on his cock as he powered into her. Her breaths grew harsh and then a moan traveled up her chest as her orgasm hit, sending a wave of convulsions strong enough to have her muscles give out, leaving her a limp heap on the bed. He collapsed with a groan, falling with most of his weight at her side but half his body still covering her.

“When I argue with you next time, remind me why it’s a good idea to sleep naked,” she mumbled into the sheets, already mostly back to sleep.

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