“So? You would, right?”
“Not like this.” I kiss her head and stand up. “You and I need to have a sober discussion about—”
“You’re such a pussy.” She flops back on the bed, giggling.
“You’re still a damn tease. Okay, scoot up. Let me get you tucked in so I can go home and jerk off.”
“Nope. I’m staying like this.”
I scoop her up and pull the covers down before setting her on the bed. She sits up and tries to stand.
“Baby, please just lay down and go to sleep,” I basically beg, because I’m having a hard time not crawling in bed with her.
“I don’t want to sleep. And if I did, I couldn’t in these things, anyway.” She pops the button on her jeans and tries to push them down. “This is a pain in the butt.”
She sits and fights with her pants until I can’t take it anymore.
“Listen, pain in the ass. Sit still.”
She laughs as … I’m pretty sure she thinks she’s being still, but she’s actually tipping to the side.
I hook my thumbs into her jeans and give them a tug.
“While you’re down there …” she says in a … weird as fuck voice.
“You need to get laid?”
“That was a bit crude.”
“You’re teasing a man who the last time he had sex with anyone,other than his hand, was Christmas day when he banged his wife in the ass because she hid the phone she was talking to her lover on. A man who fucked her so the douchebag on the other end could hear. Now that, Tessa”—I stop and pull up her shirt—“is fucking crude. Now lift your arms.”
She sits stunned, but she lifts her arms, and I pull her shirt over her head.
“You have the best tits I’ve ever seen. That’s crude.” I pull my shirt off then over her head, putting it on her. Then I reach around her and undo her bra. “Pull your arms out, Tessa, because if I so much as graze a finger across your tits, I am going to have to taste them.”
“Lucas …” she whispers, obviously now understanding that I’m giving her the truth.
“Now scoot back on the pillow and lay down.” I drop my pants, step out of them, and climb in next to her.
“We’re not going to—”
“No, baby, not tonight. Tomorrow, we will have that sober discussion about what we are going to do. Right now, I’m straight up crawling out of my skin with the need to hold you while you fall asleep.”
“I don’t sleep.”
“Why?”
She swallows hard. “Bad dreams.”
“Well, I’m an expert at those dreams. Remember high school? I got you through them then, and I can do it again. But you’re going to let me kiss you now so that our first kiss in over twenty years is one of choice and not while you beg for one in your sleep.”
I don’t wait for her to respond; I just slowly move down to her lips and let mine rest on hers. It feels so damn good, too. I rub my lips across hers, and her breath hitches. I wet my lips with my tongue.
“This is for us—you and me.”
I kiss her cheek then slowly move back to her mouth. There’s no hesitation on her part. She meets my kiss with the same soft pressure I’m giving. I rub her lip with my tongue, and she opens her mouth to me, not just allowing but seeking more.
She tastes of champagne and Tessa. The forbidden fruit that I forced myself not to desire for so many years.