She pulled back, a smile on her face. “I’ll let you get ready for bed, then. Want me to turn the TV on?”
“Only if you want it on.”
She walked into her bedroom but left the door open. From where I was standing, I could see her as she crossed to her closet and walked in. She didn’t bother to close the door as she pulled her shirt over her head and then picked a shirt up off the floor.
My throat went as dry as the desert as I watched her slide it on. I couldn’t see her tits because she had her back to me, but I caught sight of the side of her right breast. That little tease of her like that made me twice as hard. The shirt fell to her knees, and she pulled her yoga pants off.
I should have looked away; it wasn’t right to watch her liked that. I felt like a voyeur as I watched her pull her panties off next and toss them into one of her hampers before she put a pair of sleep shorts on. When she came out of the closet, sweeping her hair up into a messy ponytail so it wouldn’t tangle while she slept, I recognized the shirt she was wearing. It was one of my old T-shirts I had left behind. She must have stolen it out of my closest while I had been gone.
I liked the thought of her sleeping in something that was mine, that it touched her while she slept. Did she think of me when she wore that shirt to bed? Did she imagine my arms around her as it hugged her at night and kept her warm? Those were dangerous thoughts, and I quickly forced myself to get ready for bed, telling myself that it was only because I had missed our cuddles at night—and not the thought of getting to have her sweet body pressed against me.
Five minutes later, I climbed into bed beside her. The television was tuned into some late-night cartoon channel we had sometimes watched together when neither of us could sleep. On nights I couldn’t sleep in the apartment I shared with Jace, I would turn this shit on. It would make me feel a little closer to Kassa for some reason, and I would fall asleep to it still going on in the background.
I pulled my shirt off, making myself more comfortable, and as soon as my head was on her pillow, she was cuddling close, resting her head on my chest. Her arm dropped over my lower stomach and she fought a yawn back as she snuggled deeper against me.
“Perfect,” she murmured sleepily.
I turned onto my side, forcing her head to move to my shoulder, so that I could hold her with both arms. The hand tha
t had been on my stomach moved to my back, her fingers tracing little patterns over my skin much as she had on my shirt earlier in the bathroom. Little doodles of hearts, figure eights, and stars, almost as if she didn’t realize she was even doing it. Those soft touches soothed all the disarray my head was in, and I stopped thinking, needing to enjoy this moment with her.
I touched my lips to the center of her forehead before tucking her head under my chin and closing my eyes, savoring this moment because I would need to live off it for the few months I would have to be away from her. “No. Now, it’s perfect.”
***
I don’t know how I fell asleep so easily, not when all I had been able to think about was how fucking good it felt to have Kassa in my arms and how much better it would have been if we’d spent the night slaking the new ache I had for her low in my gut. Yet, somehow, as soon as she was asleep, I had quickly joined her and slept more deeply and restfully for the first time in a hell of a long time.
That restful sleep came to an abrupt end the next morning around six thirty.
Kassa woke me by rubbing her sweet body against me, her soft moans acting as like wildfire and setting my blood on fire. My eyes snapped open, and I looked down at our bodies. I saw everything perfectly because the TV was casting a blue glow across the bed. We were still on our sides and she was still very much asleep. But my top leg had slipped between her thighs and was pressed right against her pussy.
Even through her sleep shorts and my sweatpants, I could feel how hot she was, how wet she already was. She worked her hips back and forth on my leg, her soft pants and moans making my body throb with a need I had never denied myself with other chicks. My cock lay hard and pulsing against my other leg, the tip coated in pre-come as her tits rubbed against my chest.
My arms were still around her, and I lowered one hand from her back to her ass, clenching one curvy globe as I helped her press down on my leg. It was wrong, so fucking wrong, but in that moment, nothing had ever felt more right. I kept telling myself I only wanted to make her feel good, that she probably wouldn’t even remember it when she woke up. My fingers kneaded and massaged her flesh through her sleep shorts, silently urging her on as she worked herself back and forth, making her pussy drench more and more with every stroke of my upper thigh.
Her legs were starting to stiffen, her body trembling, and I knew she was close. The scent of her arousal was filling the room, intoxicating me, but I fought the urge to ease her to her back and push into her. It was something I would have done with any other girl, but not with Kassa. She deserved more than to be pulled from sleep by me forcing my dick into her tight heat. Fuck, she deserved more than anything I could offer her.
But I wanted her to have this, even if she only thought it was a wet dream.
Maybe she was dreaming of someone else.
That thought had my hand flexing on her hip, jealousy eating at me like a disease trying to consume my sanity. But, even in my sudden insanity, I knew not to hurt her and eased my grip. I rubbed away the small pain I might have caused and her ass arched into my palm, seeking a firmer contact. Lifting my head, I watched as I gripped her again, but not nearly as hard.
“Gray,” she moaned in a voice that was so full of need and lust that I nearly blew my load then and there. She had said my name—mine. Not some faceless douchebag’s. I was who she was thinking about, who she was dreaming of, and it only made me harder. “More,” she panted.
I watched her face for a minute, but she was still asleep. Her lashes didn’t flutter once, and she was rubbing that sweet little pussy over me like I belonged to her. Right then, I wasn’t sure she was wrong. I wanted to belong to her, wanted her to be mine.
That couldn’t happen; it shouldn’t happen. But I still gave her what she wanted. I lowered my other hand from her back to her ass and gripped both ass cheeks in my hands, just hard enough to make her whimper in pleasure. The hand she had traced her little doodles with on my skin the night before was biting into my bare back now, her short nails scratching deep, red lines over my skin.
“Fuck,” I breathed, trying to hold on to what little restraint I still had on myself. But her thigh was brushing over my cock, pressing it into my inner thigh and driving me crazy.
My hands moved lower until one was cupping her pussy from behind. I teased her opening with my middle finger while pressing her down hard on my thigh. Her heat burned me, making it impossible to make the right decisions that needed to be made then and there.
I released her carefully so as not to wake her and carefully climbed out of bed. She moaned but rolled onto her stomach in her sleep, sighing in a half frustrated, half pained kind of way that didn’t make it any easier to leave her. I left her room, knowing that, if I stayed even a second longer, I was going to do something stupid, something that could ruin everything we had. I couldn’t fuck that up, not when she was everything to me.
I went to my room, which was only next door, and took a long, ice-cold shower. When I was freezing and my balls felt like they had shriveled up from all the cold water I had tortured them with, I threw some old sweats on and grabbed my gym bag. I needed a workout, and because the kind I really wanted wasn’t ever going to happen, I would have to go to AJ’s Gym.
The parking lot at the gym was empty except for AJ’s old hot rod, which was his baby. He had spent years restoring that damned thing, and the time and TLC he had put into it showed. The paint work was sweet, and the power under the hood had some scary muscle to it.