He got down to it and sent me over the edge twice more before he found his own release, his eyes open and on mine the entire time, his body moving in a sinuous rhythm I knew I'd crave for the rest of my life.
He got cleaned up and climbed back into bed. He laid on his side and yanked me against him.
“I don't think sleeping together is a good idea,” I said. “We aren't even friends.”
“I just need to have you close, because I'm going to wake up in an hour and want to do that all over again.” He tightened his grip on me and pressed a hot kiss to my neck. “Unless you aren't interested?”
“I guess that would be okay,” I said. “Just don't get too comfortable, this isn't going to become a regular thing.”
“Of course not.” He snuggled in against me. He didn't complain about my wild curls in his face, he just got comfortable and fell asleep in record time. I was extremely uncomfortable and, when he woke up, I was going to tell him this wouldn't work. From now on he was going to sleep on the couch or in his own bed. I'd tell him as soon as he woke up, because it would be rude to wake him and I was not opposed to more sex. And that's all it was, so-so sex. Okay, fine, it was some damn good sex, possibly the best sex I'd ever had, but that had nothing to do with him. It was probably the wolf hormones or something.
I fell asleep mentally chanting to myself that he was a temporary part of my life and I didn't like him. Not even a little bit.