On Dublin Street(49)

Was he serious? Did he think he was sleeping with me?


I wriggled out of his hold and turned over, shimmying away, my back to him, hoping he’d take my hint. No such luck. Seconds later his strong arm was around my waist, his hand flat against my stomach, and my body was sliding back across the sheet, colliding with his.


His arm tightened around me, his front hot against my back. I felt the shivery soft touch of his lips against my shoulder. “Night, babe.”


Stunned, I lay there in silence for a moment.


This was not what I’d been expecting. Not at all. It certainly didn’t scream ‘we’re sexual partners only!’


And it felt good.


And scary.


“Are we… spooning?” I asked loudly, trying to insert bite into my tone and failing.


I felt the huff of his breath on my neck. “Go to sleep, babe.”


Uh... no!


As if sensing my imminent escape, Braden pulled me even tighter against him, pushing his leg between mine, hooking it around one of them. “Go. To. Sleep.”


Such a bossy a-hole.


“Spooning was not in the terms of our agreement.”


He ignored me. After a minute or two of silence I heard his breath even out. He really was going to sleep! I tried to wiggle but his muscles just flexed in warning and I wasn’t strong enough to get away.


So I lay there, waiting.


I was wonderfully exhausted by all the amazing sex, and sleep sounded like heaven, but I was determined I was not falling asleep in his arms. That was just a little too… relationshippy.


Forcing myself to stay awake, I lay in his arms for half-an-hour until I felt his body completely relax. Biting my lip to stifle any heavy breathing that may be caused by the exertion of having to move like a ninja, I lifted his arm as gently as possible and moved my leg out from under his.


I froze.


I swore I thought I heard his breathing change.


I listened carefully, relaxing at the sounds of even breaths.


Stealthily, silently, I shifted away from him, hovering near the edge, my legs descending to the floor. My butt was just off the bed when I found myself tugged back with such force I bounced off the mattress with a choked scream.


My heart pounded against my ribs as Braden expertly rearranged me again, moving so fast I was underneath him in seconds, my wrists pinned above my head and his body straddling mine.


He did not look happy. “Will you go to f*cking sleep?”


I glared up at him. “Not with you in my bed. This was not part of the deal.”


“One: I bought the bed. Two: it’s just sleeping, Jocelyn.”


I ignored the bed comment since it was true. “No. It’s spooning. You said it was just sex. No spooning. We f*ck, we have fun, you go home. That’s the deal.”


He studied me intently for a moment and then lowered his head until his lips were almost touching mine. “We f*ck, we have fun, and then we spoon. I don’t go home. I don’t go home because sometimes in the middle of the night I wake up, and when I wake up, I want to f*ck. And for some baffling reason, the person I want to f*ck is you. Now, I’m only going to say this one more time. Go to sleep.”


He let me go only to fall at my side and tuck me back against him.


Spooning.


I clenched my jaw. “And what if I don’t want to be woken up so you can have your way with me?”


He pressed his face into my neck and I felt him smile against my skin. He kissed me and pulled back. “Why don’t I give you a preview of what I intend to do in order to wake you up.”


And then I was flat on my back again as Braden kissed his way down my body. Knowing how sensitive I was, he stopped at my breasts, one hand playing with my nipple, his mouth sucking on the other. I sighed, lighting up for him, the fight totally forgotten. Already I was growing wet for him again, my hips restless. And he knew that too. Lifting his head from my breasts, he kissed between them and followed an invisible line down my torso, dipping his tongue in my navel, and moving further down, his lips skipping across the soft, quivering skin of my lower belly.


He pushed my thighs apart and then his mouth was on me.


I whimpered as his tongue licked inside me, playing with my clit. I was panting by the time his fingers joined in. My hands glided through his hair, tightening, urging him closer as he masterfully spurred on my climax, licking and finger-f*cking me into a frenzy.


“Braden,” I moaned when he withdrew his fingers. I was so close. So goddamn close…


And then he was thrusting them back inside, in and out, in and out, his tongue working its magic on my clit.


“Braden!” I exploded against him as he rung every inch of that orgasm out of me. My body shuddered with more spasms as he crawled back up beside me.


Okay, that one had been just as ‘out of this world amazing’ as the last one he’d given me.


I lay there panting, staring at the ceiling in dazed wonder until Braden appeared above me again. He didn’t say a word but when he leaned down and kissed me, letting me taste myself as he flicked his tongue against mine, I felt like the depth of that kiss was saying it all for him.