I snorted again. He wasn’t wrong—and I loved that he wasn’t.
His arms tightened around me. “Tell me you’ll sleep naked in my arms tonight.”
“I did last night. You rolled off your side of the bed and into mine,” I grumbled.
His eyebrows lifted. “I did?”
“Yes. I had to use my shadows to get out from underneath your heavy ass.”
He tickled my side, and I shrieked, bucking against him. My head crashed into his chin, and we both groaned.
“Damn you,” I grumbled, reaching up to rub the budding bruise on my skull.
“I’m proud of you, Love. It takes a lot of focus to manipulate the shadows that well,” he said, his voice light but honest.
“Thanks, I guess.” I shrugged a bit awkwardly. “What do we do now?”
“Now I clean my release off your back, take a quick shower, and then collapse into bed with you,” he teased lightly.
I shut my eyes. “Alright. If you’re too slow, I’ll fall asleep without you.”
He chuckled, pressing his lips to my shoulder. “Understood.”
Chapter18
I wokeup in the middle of the night, after a steamy dream that featured Namir’s hands on all my most sensitive bits. Panting, I looked around for the king, and found him sprawled halfway over my body again. His erection wasn’t between my thighs that time, but I wanted to see it—and feel it.
And stars, I wanted him to touch me again.
I poked and prodded at his arms and shoulder, trying to wake him up, but got only grumpy grunts and mumbled complaints for my effort. Deciding to take things in my hands—literally—I shoved my hand between our pelvises and reached into his pants.
My fingers wrapped around his thick, silky warmth, and my eyebrows shot upward.
Damn, he was huge.
Was that normal?
Would that thing really fit inside me?
He groaned when I squeezed him, sliding my hand over him.
His eyes opened, and he peered down at me, sleepy and shocked and hot as hell. “What are you doing, Love?” His voice was a sexy growl that only made me hot again.
“Touching you. Is that alright?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Any fucking time you want. Always. Forever.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I warned. “But it woke your grumpy ass up, so…”
He rolled me over, pinning me beneath him. Maybe it should’ve scared me, but all it did was ignite me. I wanted him—needed him.
“Woke my grumpy ass up, huh?” His eyes gleamed with mischief as he tugged my hand away from his erection, rocking against me and hitting all of the right places as he did so. He still had his silky pants on, but they only made the friction smoother, and hotter.
“Mmhm,” I replied breathlessly.
“Why did you want me awake?” His gaze was wicked.
“I dreamed about you, touching me.”