“Are you getting into bed?” he said.
“I can sleep on the couch if you prefer.”
“No,” he said. “Get in the bed.”
She shut off the light and climbed into thebed next to him. He grunted with annoyance when he felt the soft material ofher night shirt.
“Lose this,” he said.
He was starting to sound like Preacheragain and that made her so happy that she stripped off the nightshirt withoutprotesting. She normally didn’t sleep naked, but it was hard to resistPreacher, even when he didn’t feel well.
She curled on her side again and he moldedhis body to hers. He cupped her breast and kissed the back of her neck.“Thank you, Sunshine.”
“You’re welcome, Simon.”
* * *
When she woke it was just after nine andPreacher’s side of the bed was empty. She swallowed down her disappointmentand slid out of bed, yanking her nightshirt over her head before startingtoward the door. She had to pee like crazy and she needed a coffee. She wouldget her caffeine hit then have a long hot shower to wash away Preacher’s scent.If she didn’t, she’d be distracted all day.
Her eyes widened when Preacher stepped intothe room. He was naked except for a towel tucked around his hips. His darkhair was wet, and he smelled like her body wash.
“Um, hi,” she said.
“Hey. I used your shower.”
“That’s fine,” she said. “Your toothbrushis still in the bathroom.”
“I used it,” he said.
“Do you feel better?”
He nodded. “Yeah. The migraine is gone.”
“Good, that’s really good,” she said. “Um,excuse me, I’m just going to use the bathroom.”
She hurried past him, tamping down her urgeto trail her fingers along all that gorgeous tattooed skin, and nearly ran tothe bathroom. She used the toilet and then brushed her teeth. She thoughtabout having a quick shower but decided to wait. Preacher might get impatientand leave while she was showering and as pathetic as this made her, she washoping to convince him to stay a little longer by offering to make himbreakfast.
She left the washroom and headed back intothe bedroom. She expected Preacher to be dressed but he was standing next tothe bed with his back to her as he studied the rumpled sheets. He was stillwearing just the towel and she studied the big muscles in his broad back,beyond tempted to sneak up behind him and lick each of his tattoos.
Addison, enough! You got sex from himlast night when you didn’t think you’d ever get to fuck him again. Be happywith that.
Yes, she really needed to accept that herlessons with Preacher were over. Sex with him last night was just a reallynice bonus. Maybe if she was lucky, he’d come to her whenever he had a migraineand she could bang him. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing, right?
Nice, Addison. Could you be morepathetic?
She joined him by the bed. “Preacher? Areyou hungry? I can make you some breakfast.”
He turned to face her, and she couldn’thelp but lick her lips as she stared at his broad chest. God, he had an amazingbody. He dropped the towel and she stared at his cock. It was half-hard, andshe didn’t protest when he curved his arm around her waist and pulled hercloser. She rubbed her abdomen against his cock, and he groaned and squeezedher ass through her nightshirt. He bent his head and nipped at her throat ashis big hand curled in her hair and pulled her head back.
“Are you hungry?” she said.
“Yes,” he muttered before sucking on her earlobe.
She gasped and rose up on her tiptoes,arching her body into him as he squeezed her ass again. “I – I’ll make youbreakfast.”
He stripped off her nightshirt and droppedit next to the towel. “That’s not what I’m hungry for, Sunshine.”
He teased her nipple with his thumb beforekissing her hard on the mouth. She returned his kiss eagerly, sucking at histongue when he pushed it between her lips. He kissed her until she was breathlessand trembling before turning her around. He cupped both her breasts and pressedkisses against her upper back before trailing his fingers down her belly. Hetraced a circle around her belly button before touching the small patch of hairat the apex of her thighs.