Page 46 of Love Bites Extra Hard

He must’ve installed it in case we ever decided to spend the night there. We hadn’t gotten to that point yet, and always ended up in my room. But I could see us getting there. Soon, even.

Across from the bed, there was a large TV. The remote sat on the nightstand alongside a thick book. It looked like a mystery novel.

When I pushed him lightly toward the mattress, he reluctantly sat down on the edge.

He might not want to sleep… but I knew how to get him in bed.

Lowering my face to his, I kissed him lightly.

Slowly.

His arm went around my waist, and he pulled me closer as he kissed me deeper.

I tried to push him to his back, and he dragged me down with him, lining me up just where we both wanted.

His hand slid beneath the hem of the hoodie he’d loaned me, and I sighed into his mouth at the feel of his hot palm against my back.

Then, I pulled away.

He grumbled at me, tucking a few escaped strands of hair into the bun on top of my head. He’d probably pulled them out himself. “I don’t need to sleep.”

“Maybe I want to snuggle with you.”

“You don’t.”

He sat up, so I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “Sure I do. We’ve been working a lot. A day off would be nice.”

A day away from Sylvester and a day without using my magic would be incredible. Both were getting old.

“Plus, I’m going to be texting my sisters for a while when the phone service goes in. They’re probably freaking out,” I added.

He scowled. “You’re fine.”

“Just like you,” I teased, pushing him back toward the mattress.

He didn’t budge.

Neither did his scowl.

“Come on, Tal. What’s it going to take to get you to nap? I must havesomethingthat you want.”

He studied me.

He was considering the offer.

I waited.

Finally, he said, “If I’m spending the day in bed, I want you pressed against me. With your hair down, and your top off. Pants too. Panties can stay. You can text your sisters as much as you want, read a book, or watch a movie. I don’t care. But I want you against me. And I want your hair loose. You never take it down.”

I acted as if I had to think about it. Like he drove a difficult bargain.

As if spending the day mostly-naked, in his bed, with my body pressed against his while I watched TV would be a hardship.

I could’ve snorted at the idea.

“I don’t like having my hair down,” I finally said.

His eyes narrowed.

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