Page 65 of The Last Love Story
He grabs my hand as I go to spin around. “It’s not stupid. What’s wrong?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Why not?”
Before I can say anything, his face morphs into a wicked smile.
“Did you get used to having me in your bed?”
I stare at the stupid smirk on his face, warring with myself about what to say.
Tell him what you really want.
I clear my throat. “I’m worried about tomorrow. I could… use a distraction.”
Missed it by that much.
For a moment, the playfulness slips off his face. Only a gentle—almost sad—smile appears. But it’s gone as quickly as it came, and a troublemaking gleam dances in his eyes.
He’s off the couch in a second, prowling over to me. “I’m happy to distract you, wifey.” Leaning in, his lips brush my ear. “I’ll distract you all night.”
Then he’s dragging me down the hall to my room and stripping me naked as desire wells inside me.
I can’t deny I love this.
Love having his attention on me. Love what his touch does to me. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
We crawl under the covers together, kissing as our hands roam.
His fingers dance between my legs as I stroke him, the intensity building until we come together, lips locked and hearts pounding to the same rhythm.
But when my body relaxes and my eyes drift closed, it’s not the orgasm but the safety of Justin’s arms wrapped around me that lulls me to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
JUSTIN
I wakeup to the feeling of Jade’s pillowy curves pressed against my body.
This must be what heaven feels like. I could live like this forever.
When she went to bed alone last night, I was kicking myself. I’ve never slept better than I did with her body tangled with mine. But it felt weird to say,hey, can I sleep in your bed with you tonight?It could come off needy or creepy, and those aren’t the vibes I’m going for.
But this cozy comfort? I could wake up to this every day and never get tired of it.
Jade rustles, slowly waking up. When she sees me, she smiles happily.
“Hi.”
“Morning.” Pushing boundaries, I press a kissto her forehead. Sure, we kiss during sexual stuff, but we haven’t talked about what happens in between, and I’m not sure exactly what she wants.
I know what I want.
Everything.
Hopeless bastard, party of one.
But then she sighs contentedly, and maybe I’m not so hopeless after all.
