Page 125 of Lost Track

He took a deep breath and let it out.

That’s when she realized he had fallen asleep.

Well shit.

He had said he’d just wanted to kiss her body. He’d done exactly that.

Now she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life and he was sleeping.

Coooooool.

How had that even happened? One minute he was asking her if she had a hangover, the next he was gathering intimate knowledge of her erogenous zones.

And she’d noticed the erection he was sporting. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been enjoying himself.

And he hadn’t even properly kissed her on the mouth!

Nothing about this made sense.

Confusing, unexpected, dastardly.

That was Dave.

How weird was she?

Because she was super into it.

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DAVE

He woke up alone.

Which was good because he had a very noticeable erection and if Sabine had still been beside him, he would have asked for more than kissing. He wasn’t sure he could resist her twice in a row.

Not with how she touched him and responded to his hands on her.

Fuckinghell.

He rubbed his face with his hands while thinking about basketball stats.

Fuck, he was turned on.

It felt like he’d had a raging hard-on for 24 hours.

Kissing Sabine all over her glorious body had not helped. Neither had the small noises she made or the way she shifted beneath him.

He should have never found out how her skin tasted.

It wasn’t just her body that he wanted. It was all of it. Her smiles, her jokes, her soft looks and touches.

He’d woken up that afternoon wanting nothing more than to slide inside her sweet softness.

And he’d told himself that he could have just a little taste. Just touch her, feel her move, get a closer look at her tattoo, lick her back dimples…

He told himself that wasn’t the same as sex.

It was safe.

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