Page 40 of One Touch

“Night.”

Cam and Reese waved and left me to settle in. I changed into boxers and brushed my teeth. My gaze kept dropping to my phone, and I debated sending Lathan a text. What would I say? Miss you? Nah. That was too couple-y and we were only a situationship.

I turned it over and plugged it in. I wanted space, so I needed to give myself space.

Climbing into bed, I turned off the light and willed my mind to stop long enough for me to get some rest. I’d finally fallen asleep when a bump sounded in the room, followed by a grunt that stirred me from slumber.

When a body landed on me, I jumped up and turned on the light. “Lath?” I croaked.

His ice-blue eyes landed on me and squinted. “Bambi? Did I dream you into existence?” he slurred. He caressed my cheek, and my eyes closed of their own volition. “I missed you.” He sighed and nuzzled my neck.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. He didn’t answer and snuggled into me more. “Silver?”

“Sleep, Bambi. If I dreamed you, I don’t want to waste it.”

Great. He was drunk and somehow ended up in my bed.

“You need to find another bed, Silver.”

“Nuh-uh. This one is the comfiest. Plus, you’re in it. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

My heart surged at the words, but I couldn’t trust them. A second later, he snored, and I gave up the fight to get him into another room. I’d regret it in the morning, but he felt too nice right now to change it.

So much for space. Lathan Silver was going to wreck me, and I didn’t even want him to stop it.

CHAPTER16

LATHAN

I was havingthe most amazing dream and the best sleep I’d had in a week. Being on the road was never easy for me. I liked my routine and my bed. Though, usually I didn’t sleep this poorly on the road. I had a sneaking suspicion the change had more to do with who I hadn’t seen outside of the locker room than the actual bed. But I was spitballing.

Damn. I snuggled further into the heat of the comforter. I didn’t remember this bed being this comfortable. And it smelled amazing. At this rate, I might never get out. I hadn’t planned on staying over, but Landon had convinced me to have a beer and then another. As someone who doesn’t drink all that often, it only took three for him to persuade me to stay and spend the holiday with them. He’d brought me back after that, and I’d stumbled down to the guest room, where I proceeded to sleep and not toss and turn for hours.

Thank God. Otherwise, I was likely to succumb to the ludicrous ideas floating around my head yesterday—ones that included duct-taping Miller to my side so no one else could talk to him. Yeah, I could hear the red flag, and I was the one who’d thought it.

“I let you stay last night because I was too tired to carry your heavy butt to another room,” a deep and familiar voice said. My eyes instantly opened, and I stared at what I’d formerly assumed was my pillow and came face-to-face with the man I couldn’t stop thinking about. He smiled, and my heart raced. “But if I’d known you were such a cuddler when you drank, I would’ve suggested sharing a bed a long time ago.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

He chuckled. “All right, you got me. I wouldn’t, but I don’t hate this side of you.”

My face heated. I couldn’t believe I was draped over him like he was my own personal heater. It was humiliating. Yet I didn’t move. After a week of not touching him, I was desperate. I’d never felt this urge before—the need to touch and feel, to be touched and felt in return.

“Not that I’m complaining, but we weren’t in the apartment last I checked. So…” he trailed off and lifted his brow like he was waiting for me to fill in the blank.

“I’m slightly hungover and haven’t had any coffee yet. You’re gonna need to spell it out, Bambi.”

One second, I stared down at him, and the next, I stared up. He’d wrapped his leg around mine and flipped us so my back was now against the bed. My breath puffed out of me, and I gripped his biceps. Miller ground down into me, and that was when I felt it.

He was hard, but so was I.

At the feel of his erection against mine, I moaned and closed my eyes. His hand gripped my chin, and my eyes snapped back open.

“This, Silver.” He rotated his hips, and I bit my lip to keep the moan contained this time. I still didn’t understand what he was referring to. The only thing I could concentrate on was how long it had been since we’d done this and how amazing it felt.

“What about it?” I asked, my voice way too breathless for my liking.

Miller dipped his head down to my neck and trailed his nose until he reached my ear. He nibbled on the lobe, and my fingers dug harder into his biceps. I was two seconds away from offering him whatever he wanted if he would just touch me.

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