“Do you want me to move to the other side of the bed?” He put his ear against my chest.
“No.”
“I like listening to your heartbeat,” he said softly and nuzzled into my chest.
My throat tightened.
This moment, holding Jules in my arms as we lay in bed, felt right. Like we’d always been meant to end up here.
“I need to get the light.”
Jules lifted his head to free my arm. I turned off the bedside light, plunging the room into darkness.
“Night, kitten,” I said softly and wrapped him up in my arms again.
“Night, Ash.” He kissed my chest and let out a happy little sigh as he snuggled into me.
The moment was perfect, and I closed my eyes, a smile on my lips, breathing in his familiar scent.
Jules used a citrusy shampoo that my dick had started to associate with sexy times, and I cursed my inappropriate libido as I chubbed up.
Thankfully, Jules was fast asleep, so he didn’t notice.
I’d meant what I’d said. I wanted to fuck him again, but not until he was ready. I didn’t care how long it took either. Jules was mine.
I just had to figure out a way to tell him that without scaring him off.
17
JULES
The next morning I woke up with Ash curled up behind me, one arm over my waist and one leg between mine as he held me close. We must have shifted during the night because I’d fallen asleep on top of him.
I flushed at the memories of him holding me, telling me it was okay to feel and that he was here for all of me.
How the hell had we gone from hating each other to hate fucking to this?
“Ash?” I asked. Was he awake yet? Neither of our alarms had gone off.
“Morning.” He nuzzled my neck sleepily.
“Now who’s the kitten?”
He chuckled and hugged me tighter. “I like waking up with you.”
“I like it too.” My face heated as he rubbed his big hand over my stomach.
Why did that feel so good?
“Want to take the first shower?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He let go of me, and I slid out from in front of him and got out of bed.
He rolled onto his back, a sleepy smile on his face, and I couldn’t help staring at him.
He was gorgeous on a regular day, but seeing him all sleepy, his eyes hooded, a line on his cheek from his pillow, and his hair all messy felt so intimate. I loved that I was the only one who got to see this side of him.