I’d been snuggling Rocky for so long that it felt strange not to have another warm body pressed up against mine as I tried to fall asleep.
Soft snores came from Rocco’s side of the bed moments later, and I at least felt better about the fact that he was getting some rest.
Me, on the other hand…
I sighed softly, and then scooted a bit. Just a bit.
My side didn’t meet Rocco’s, so after a few minutes, I scooted a bit more.
Still not close enough to snuggle.
Biting back a groan, I scooted one last time.
My side met Rocco’s, his warm skin pressing against me.
I let out a slow breath as I relaxed against him.
We could still be just friends. Friends could cuddle.
Right?
I didn’t quite manage to convince myself, but it was worth a try, I supposed.
A minute passed, and my eyes closed.
Another moment passed, and Rocco rolled. His massive arm wrapped around my torso and pulled me into his chest. My back pressed to his front, my eyes facing the door as his entire body melded to mine.
His erection pressed into my ass, and that was still a new thing to get used to, but…
Honestly, it felt good.
Being held.
Being snuggled.
Rocco was holding me in his arms like I was absolutely everything to him, and I loved that.
A lot.
But I couldn’t just jump into an actual mating, could I?
We’d just met.
I loved his friends, and his family, but I still didn’t know him well.
His erection throbbed against my ass, and heat bloomed in my lower belly.
Damn, I wanted more.
My horny brain showed me flashes of Rocco’s fingers between my thighs, his hands spreading my body to give himself more access to whatever the hell he wanted to touch.
I bit back a groan.
Why the hell did I think I could handle a platonic mating?
I forced myself to repeat the lyrics to songs I liked until I eventually managed to fall asleep, my body achy and needy.
An alarm wokeme up the next morning—my work alarm.