She finally curled into herself, shaking around my trapped hand. I dug one arm under her and crowded into her with the other as I finally let go into the condom, wishing it wasn’t between us at all.
I buried my face into her neck and her name was my ultimate prayer.
I barely had the wherewithal to take care of the condom before we both drifted off with the late day sun striping across us.
“Gage.”
I rolled over, curling my arm around her waist. “Later.”
“You gotta go.”
“Later.” I buried my face in her hair. It smelled so delicious. Like we’d fucked in the rainforest after dancing naked in the rain.
Yeah, I needed a nap.
“No, you have to go now. I need to get some sleep.”
I rubbed my chin along her shoulder. “Comfy bed. We’ll both sleep. I don’t care if you snore.”
“I do not snore!”
Her outrage sounded suspiciously like the same tone she’d used when she found out she’d fainted in front of me. “Okay then, even better.”
“I like to sleep alone.”
I lifted my head. “Is that why you kicked me out last time?”
I’d thought that was more of a dude thing. Personally, I enjoyed a good cuddle. It did the body good. Unless it was over eighty degrees, then I needed to revise that thought.
Then again, I’d never really stuck around for much more than a Sunday morning hangover cuddle.
But Rylee was different. I liked her smell—obviously—and the way she leaned into me.
Pretty much everything was an anomaly when it came to her.
My eyes were already closing again. “I’ll leave in a few minutes.”
She shook my shoulder. “Gotta go now.”
I propped myself up on my elbow. “What the hell, Ry?”
“You knew what this was when you came upstairs with me.” She sat up against the headboard, her arm holding the sheet up against her breasts.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little afternoon catnap.” I tugged on the sheet with a grin.
She pulled it up more firmly. “It’s been a long day.”
I sat up and swung my legs off the bed. Even I could take a hint eventually. “Yes, it has been. I thought it had been a good one in the end.”
“I’m still jobless. I just happened to get a few more orgasms as a severance package.”
“Wow. Thanks, glad to help.” I stood up and grabbed my jeans and underwear before closing myself in the small bathroom outside her bedroom.
I took care of business and got dressed, then washed my hands and got my shit under control before I came back out.
I’d known when I came upstairs with her that she was going to do this. I’d hoped she wouldn’t, but I shouldn’t be surprised. It wasn’t as if she was acting differently from the last time we’d been together.
But dammit, it all felt different. The night before the wedding, it had been a regular hookup. I’d appreciated the fact that she didn’t want to linger and make things weird.