Wetness gathered between my thighs, and Dax’s snore cut off on an inhale. His eyes opened, and those gorgeous blues blinked at me blearily.
Another inhale, and his chest rumbled.
Shit.
What was happening?
His hand tensed on my ass, and then his eyes widened, as if he’d realized what his sleep-self had done.
Quickly, he let go.
I hid my disappointment, even though I ached for his touch.
“You pulled me up here,” I said quickly. “I wasn’t trying to jump you while you were asleep or anything.”
His eyes widened further. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
Dammit, I didn’t want him to be sorry.
I wanted him to want me.
His eyes closed, his jaw clenching, but I didn’t have the willpower to force myself to climb off him. Not while he was pressed against me so perfectly.
The urge to rock against him hit me again, harder, and Dax groaned. “You’ve got to get off me before I do something I shouldn’t, Sabrina.”
I blinked at him. “Like what?”
His eyes opened, the gorgeous blue piercing me. “Like roll you over and bury my face between your thighs.”
Shit.
Damn.
Fuck, I wanted that to happen.
Should I want that, though?
He hadn’t wanted me—I knew that he hadn’t wanted me.
But kissing and snuggling had started to heal me, hadn’t it? If I was going to stay alive, I was going to have to at least get a little more physical with Dax.
And I was willing to make the sacrifice.
“Then do it,” I said.
He blinked at me, that time.
Was he waiting for me to change my mind?
That sure as hell wasn’t going to happen.
I’d never even had oral sex before, why would I turn it down?
“You’re serious,” he said, staring at me.
My face heated a bit. “You were kidding?”
Shit, shit, shit.