Page 69 of Hold You Close
I want to be with him.
I want to thank him for everything today.
More than anything, I just want to be in his arms.
I grab my phone and send him a text.
Me:Kids are in bed. I’m exhausted so . . . your bed or couch?
He responds not eventen seconds later.
Ian:In my bed . . . where I want you.
Me: Is that so?
Ian: Damn right it is.
Me: I’ll probably be asleep by the time you get here.
Ian: I don’t care. I just want you next to me.
My pulse quickensand I smile.
Me:You’re being awfully sweet lately.
Ian: No, I’m just acting the way I should’ve with you. I’ll see you soon.
Me: Be safe. See you soon.
I don’t haveanything sexy to wear in general, and I don’t want to sleep in what I brought. I slide my pants down and rummage for something in his closet. In the back, there’s a shirt that stands out amongst the dress shirts. Being the nosey bitch that I am, I check it out. When I pull the shirt out, I smile and clutch it to my chest. I bought him this shirt when he got the acceptance letter to UNLV. I went out to get him something to show him how proud I was.
It was cheesy, but Ian wore it that day and thanked me with a kiss on the cheek. It was the first time his lips ever touched my skin.
I remove my shirt and bra, slipping the UNLV shirt over my head.
And now I wait, but I’m so tired I might have to stick toothpicks in my eyes to stay awake.
Next thing I know, arms are around me and a leg is between both of mine, and I’m hot. Like, sweltering.
I roll over, finding myself cocooned and sweating. However, he looks so sweet. I touch Ian’s face. I move his stubble between the pads of my fingers, loving the tiny prickly sensations.
It goes from soft and smooth to rough and then back again, just like us.
His eyes open slowly as he smiles. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Did I wake you?” His voice is gruff from sleep.
“No.”
“You were passed out. I guess I was tired too.”
My fingers moves down his neck and I rest them there. “What time did you get in?”
“About an hour ago.”
“How was work?”
