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Her hand slides from my shoulder to my elbow, her touch blazing a trail of heat in its wake. “Would it be okay if we postponed our hot tub date?”
“Of course.” I press a kiss to her forehead and start to rise from the bed. But she reaches for my wrist, capturing it before I fully stand. “Did you need something else?”
“I know it’s a lot to ask after everything I just told you, but will you stay with me tonight?”
“Why is a lot to ask?”
“Because I’m not really in a place for…”
“You think I’d only stay if there was sex?”
“Well, yeah. And I get it?—”
“Though I know we’d both thoroughly enjoy making each other come, it’s not all about sex, Kylie.” I thread my fingers with hers. I may not fully understand what’s happening here, but it’s become undeniable that what I feel for Kylie goes beyond lust. “I’ll stay, sweetheart.”
7
KYLIE
I wakeup with a rock-hard cock between my legs and no recollection of how it got there.
A warm, hard body is spooned up against me, and a heavy hand is flattened against my exposed hip.
Did I go to bed without bothering to put on panties beneath my oversized T-shirt? Yes, yes I did.
I whimper as Joel adjusts slightly behind me, the pressure of his swollen head pressing against my clit. I yearn to reach between my legs and spread my pussy lips so I can feel his hard length slide through my folds.
But the gentle yet heavy breathing behind me suggests that he’s completely unaware we’re currently tangled in this intimate position.
How did his cock get free? Shit. Did I do that in my sleep? I wouldn’t put it past myself. I have been hot for this man since the moment he propped himself on the side of my life raft in the middle of the Bering Sea.
Had I not been so emotionally drained last night and slightly concerned that Joel might think I was using sex to keep himfrom turning me in, I might have climbed right into his lap and grinded my bare pussy against him damp swim trunks.
His cock twitches against me, and I fist my pillow. I’m desperate to move. Desperate to rock my hips, even just slightly.
But I don’t dare.
It wouldn’t be right.
I vaguely remember Joel slipping away into the bathroom and coming back out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was prepared to sleep above the covers, but I craved the warmth and comfort of him and insisted he sleep under the blankets with me. Somewhere in the middle of the night, the towel must have slipped away. And my shirt ridden up above my ass.
He shifts again, and I whimper. My thighs clamp automatically around his cock.
“Mmm,” he says behind me.
“You awake back there?” I whisper shout.
He doesn’t answer—not with words. But he does roll his hips forward.
“Fuck!” I hiss, trying to keep my voice low. Both afraid to startle him awake and afraid to lose him between my legs. Because the second he’s fully alert, he’ll realize what’s happened and pull away.
“Kylie?” he murmurs, his hand sliding from my hip up my side.
“Joel, are you awake?”
“Hmm?” His hand continues sliding upward. Half asleep or not, at least he knows who he’s with.
“I’m not complaining or anything, but your cock is between my legs.”
