“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” I shrugged. “They’re cozy to cuddle up against.”
He cast a final, lingering glance into my room before nodding. “You’re a cuddler. Good to know.”
Since I wasn’t about to admit that I’d never had the chance to discover if I liked to spoon with a guy, I scurried into the living room. I felt the warmth of Clay’s body as he followed close behind me. “We didn’t bother with a cable package, but there are lots of streaming options. You’re welcome to use the television whenever you’d like.”
“Do you mind if I add my MLB streaming channel so that I can catch baseball games?” he asked.
“Go right ahead.” I tilted my head to the side. “You’re into baseball, too?”
He winked at me, sending butterflies swirling in my belly. “I’m a guy. I can happily watch just about any sport.”
“Even ultimate Frisbee?” I teased, thinking about the sport a contestant on a reality show I liked had mentioned a month ago.
“Sure, why not?” Clay shrugged. “If it’s good enough to be considered for the Olympics, then who am I to judge?”
I really liked how he didn’t look down upon my silly suggestion when most guys—professional athletes in particular—probably wouldn’t have been so cool about it.
“Well, there’s plenty of room in the fridge and pantry for your favorite sports night snacks.” I waved my hand toward the kitchen. “Just don’t touch my candy, and we’ll get along great. There are days when sugar is the only reason I make it through the day.”
“You have my word.” He pressed his hand on his chest over his heart for emphasis, which only reminded me how hard mine was beating.
I headed back down the hallway again, feeling awkward when I stopped in front of his room. “And that’s the end of the tour, I guess.”
5
Clay
Ialmost missed what Marleigh said when she reached the end of the hallway because I’d been too busy ogling her extremely sexy ass. For being such a little thing, she had mouthwatering curves. I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of them.
Prowling down the hallway, I watched her face as I approached. She fidgeted nervously, but her eyes were hungry as her gaze swept down my body, then back to my face. She was standing in the small space that separated our doors, and I moved in a little closer, crowding her against the wall, just enough to make sure I was filling her senses and leaving no room for thoughts that didn’t involve me. Preferably ones where we were naked and she was screaming my name.
Her generous tits bounced with each of her choppy breaths, and I wanted to rip off our shirts and feel them pressed against me. I wanted her hard nipples dragging over the skin of my palms as I cupped the big globes before taking one of those stiff peaks in my mouth.
Fucking hell, Clay. Get it together before you send her running.
After taking a few measured breaths, I felt more in control. I glanced into the bedroom I was using—for now—and grinned at the bed. I’d barely noticed it before, but now I realized how big it was. “A king-sized bed?” I murmured in a low, seductive tone. “Very nice. Plenty of room to roll around.”
Marleigh cocked her head to the side, her brow furrowing adorably. “Do you move around a lot in your sleep?” Then her eyes went wide and curious. “Oh, do you talk in your sleep? What kind of things do you say? I’ve always wondered what a conversation would be like with someone who was still asleep.” She giggled and pushed some of her long, silky black hair back over her shoulder.
“No, baby, I don’t talk in my sleep,” I responded with a chuckle when she ran out of steam. Then I winked. “I’ll show you what I mean by rolling around another time.”
Marleigh’s cheeks flushed as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. “Okay, well, um…it’s late, so…”
She put her hands on my chest and gave a little push. I stepped back to give her space, but I didn’t miss the reluctance in her eyes when she stopped touching me.
I wasn’t ready to say good night to her. Especially considering the night I had ahead of me. I had no doubt I would be plagued with dreams of Marleigh’s gorgeous body, only to wake up in an empty bed with my woman in the next room. Hopefully, a night or two of torture was all I’d have to endure. I was determined to convince Marleigh she belonged to me and have her in my bed permanently, as quickly as possible.
Grasping her delicate wrist, I held her back from taking another step. “Are you hungry? I haven’t eaten.”
She glanced toward the kitchen, then at her bedroom door, before her eyes returned to my face. Then she shrugged. “Not particularly, but I’ll keep you company.”
“Thanks.” Despite her agreement, I didn’t release her hand as I strolled through the apartment to the kitchen, which was on the spacious side. I wondered if Marleigh liked to cook and that was why she chose the place. “This is a great space,” I said as I pulled her into the room. “Do you cook a lot?”
“Not really.” She started to shrug, but when I grasped her waist and hoisted her up onto the counter, her hands gripped my biceps.
“Wow,” she whispered, staring at me in awe.
“What?”