And somehow, trust had come with it.
Brady toed off his shoes and then walked to the other side of the bed, lifting the covers and sliding over to the valley in the middle.
I was actually trembling, waiting to see what he’d do next.
“This mattress needs to be replaced,” he said, which was not what I was expecting at all.
A surprised laugh escaped me. “Yeah, it does.”
“But there’s something else I need to do first,” he said, and the smile he gave me made my thighs clinch.
“Should I turn off the light?” The hesitant voice didn’t seem like it belonged to me. I wasn’t a virgin, so I shouldn’t act like one. Thanks to my toys and the occasional naughty story, I had amazing orgasms on a regular basis. But it had been a hell of a long time since a man had given me one.
“Do whatever you like. This is all about you. This is your turndown service.”
He made me laugh, and that made me relax. I flipped off the light and then turned toward him, settling on my side. He did the same, and I could hear his soft breathing in the dark.
It was too dark to see him, but that also made this feel kind of anonymous.
“Can I touch you?” Brady asked.
“Where?” I mean, I knew where he’d touch me eventually, but I wasn’t sure where he’d start.
“How about here?” His hand settled on the side of my head, and his fingers sank into my hair. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” He stroked my hair away from my face. “There’s just so much of it.”
“Everybody has a lot of hair compared to you.”
“True. But not everyone has hair this soft and silky.”
My eyes closed, more out of pleasure than from the fact that I couldn’t see. Goosebumps covered my bare arms, and I gave a soft sigh as I relaxed into his touch.
“Like that?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“If you roll over with your back to me, I’ll have a better angle.”
That sounded reasonable—and pleasurable. But as soon as I rolled over, the valley in the middle of the mattress had me sliding back against him. My back pressed against his sculpted chest. Since I was wearing a tube top with spaghetti straps, I could feel the soft fabric of the long-sleeved t-shirt he had on.
Boy shorts completed my makeshift pajamas, and the thin fabric did nothing to hide the fact that my ass was smashed against his jeans—and the hardness underneath.
I squirmed, trying to put a few inches between us, but gravity kept pulling me back toward him.
Brady groaned as I inadvertently ground against his erection. “Is it too late to take back my promise not to enjoy this?”
“Yes.”
“Just checking.”
He slid one hand under my head, pushing the pillow out of the way. He supported me while he ran both hands through my hair, and it felt amazing.
Except…
“This feels like a massage.”
To his credit, Brady stilled his hands immediately. “And you haven’t had the best of luck with massages lately.”
“Definitely not.” I wished I could have him continue, but it somehow felt like a danger zone.