She wasn’t worried. Even with the renewed soreness in her back, the pressure in her sinuses, and her newly raw throat, she still smiled as she gave in to exhaustion.
Maybe being a so-called cougar wasn’t so bad.
Chapter Five
“Are you awake?”
She was dreaming. Had to be. That wasn’t hot breath she felt against her ear, ruffling the hair clinging to her cheek after a fitful afternoon’s sleep. She’d been in bed for the last couple of days, too tired to do much of anything but doze in between bouts of watching bad daytime TV and eating whatever she could scrounge up in the kitchen.
It was evening, judging from the triangle of moonlight on the floor when she opened her eyes. And there was definitely someone in bed with her, his broad hand cupping her breast as if she were already his. As if he knew she’d wake up wet and straining for his fingers or his tongue or his cock.
She hated that he was right.
“Brad,” she whispered. Even his name dampened her panties.
The panties she wasn’t wearing.
“I know you’re sick.” Warm lips roamed her cheek, finally covering her mouth in a hungry kiss.
She didn’t mind waking up this way. Ever.
After a couple minutes, Brad rested his cheek against hers. “I tried to talk myself out of coming in here, but I couldn’t. God, I need you, baby.”
With those words, she was shaking. Trembling like an innocent begging to be corrupted, even if she hadn’t been innocent in what felt like a lifetime. This was all new.
She rolled over as he threaded his fingers through her hair. “I wondered if you’d come back.”
“You did not.” He gave a short laugh. “You’ve been asleep every time I checked on you the past couple of days.”
“Between naps,” she admitted before she started to cough. Her throat was so dry.
He retrieved her glass of water off the nightstand and tipped it up to her lips. “Okay?” he asked after she’d emptied the glass.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“How are you feeling?”
Far from perfect, but much better than she’d been. The bout of sort-of sex had sapped the last of her strength for days but it had been worth it. She’d happily relive those moments in the shower and on this bed for the rest of her life.
And now there would be new moments, new memories. Best of all, she’d regained enough energy to do more than mainly watch.
“I think I’m okay. Semi-human even.”
“You’re not sneezing.”
“Not at the moment, no.” She leaned up and licked his stubbled throat, inordinately pleased at his soft groan. “Where’s Kim?”
“Down the hall.” He sighed. “Despite my repeated attempts to shoo her out.”
“It is her place.”
“Mine too. And I want to hear you scream.” He tucked her hair back and nibbled her earlobe, shifting his body over hers. His long, firm, naked body.
“Guess you thought you’d be getting lucky.” She ran her hand down his back, finally cupping one tight ass cheek. Her pussy tingled at just the feel of his taut muscles. God, he turned her on.
“Wishful undressing,” he said, kissing her neck in a way that would leave marks. Maybe that was his intention. He’d force her to wear turtlenecks until she consented to flaunt their relationship like the wanton hussy he’d convinced her to become.
And speaking of hussies…