Page 804 of Love Bites

Decision made.

* * *

Eagan could sleep through a lot.Like the dead, some would say. He was a cat after all, and cats were notorious for sleeping. So all his mate’s tossing and turning didn’t bother him much. He was aware of it, but it never brought him out of sleep. When she gently touched his shoulder though, that was a different story altogether.

“Wake up,” she hissed. Her mouth was close to his ear. He could feel her breath skate across his skin, and it sent all the blood in his body straight to his cock.

He inhaled deeply, her scent invading his nostrils and making him even more hungry for her. His wild little human was divine. And the fact that she wasn’t unaffected by him… that was just icing on the cake.

“Eagan.” Her whisper broke the silence with another shove to his shoulder.

He rolled onto his back, peeking at her through slitted eyes. “What is it, mate?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I noticed,” he murmured, reaching trough the darkness to touch her cheek.

“Yeah, right,” she said, but she leaned her face into his touch. “You were sound asleep. Snoring, in fact.”

He grinned. “I wasn’t snoring.”

Her lips turned up. “You kinda were.” She sighed, her smile evaporating. “Can I sleep on you? The bed is too soft and you’re obviously hard.” Her eyes skimmed his chest.

“You want to sleep on me?” he asked, unsure. “Like a bed?”

Clara nodded. “It’s either you or the floor. And I’m thinking you’d be much warmer.”

His female wanted to sleep on him. She wanted to use his body for comfort. His heart pounded against his ribs and throat tightened. Her request gave him more joy than she could ever know.

And she was right, he was hard. In the wrong place. His erection throbbed at the mere idea of her on top of his body. She’d surely be even more uncomfortable if she knew.

But how could he tell her no. Those big gold-brown eyes staring at him expectantly, it was impossible.

“Climb up,” he rasped.

Her relief was apparent in the way her shoulders went from tense to slack. He held the covers back for her while she slung her leg around his waist to straddle him. When she was maneuvering, he adjusted his erection so it was lying on his belly. Slowly, she lowered her head to his chest, her torso pressing his hardness between their two bodies.

Eagan grit his teeth. He could do this. His mate needed sleep, and he was going to help her get it.

Easing her legs until they lay parallel with his, she let out a sigh and he felt her body relax.

Aw, damn that felt good. His mate’s comfort was almost as satisfying as sex might be. And a hell of a lot more satisfying than the palmer he’d given himself in the shower.

He took a deep breath and felt his own body relax. But there was nowhere for his arms.

“Better?” he asked.

She nodded, her curls brushing against his chest. “Much. Am I too heavy?”

“Not a chance. You’re perfect like this.”

She relaxed a fraction more, making his chest throb with emotions he’d have to deal with come morning.

“Can I put my arms around you? Would that keep you awake?”

She was silent for so long he wondered if she’d already drifted off.

“Go ahead.”

---