Damn, this was uncomfortable. And it was all Reese’s fault for flipping out over his calling her his girlfriend. If he knew she was his girlfriend, he would know how to act. But if they were just hooking up, they wouldn’t be living together, even if it was only temporary. If they were just friends, they wouldn’t be having sex.
So he didn’t know what they were, or how to act, and it was cutting into his sleep time. Reese had asked to borrow a sweatshirt, saying she was cold, and now she was cuddled upnext to him in his shirt and her pajama pants. It shouldn’t be sexy, but it was because Derek felt like they had crossed over into something different. He had watched her brush her teeth. Her face crap was intermingling in the drawer with his shaving cream.
He had a hard dick, too. Her breath was tickling his neck, and he could smell her minty clean scent. He was flat on his back, legs slightly raised to hide the state of his erection from her, since she didn’t appear the least interested in sex.
She was snuggling against him, making little sighs as she settled into sleep. Out of self-preservation he had put on sweat pants and he was grateful for them when her leg brushed against his.
He really, really wanted her. Slow, long, languid, in his own bed, her head resting on his pillow as he filled her, with gentle controlled strokes, pushing her over the edge. But Reese had given him no signals she felt the same and he thought maybe it was time to back off.
They’d had sex every day for the last five days, after all.
“Comfortable?” she murmured, dropping a little kiss on his shoulder.
“Yep.” If stiff as a corpse was comfortable.
“Good. Me, too.”
Derek stared wide-eyed at the shadow from the window on the ceiling and figured he only had to lie there for eight more hours before he could give up the game and get up. But at least Reese was comfortable.
Reese was souncomfortable she wanted to sit up in the bed and scream. She could not believe Knight was just going to fall asleep without a touch, a kiss, a hand on the breast,anything.
Was he over her? Now that he’d seen her with her face shiny from her cleanser, wearing a big bulky sweatshirt, didn’t he find her attractive anymore? Was hesatisfied?Call her a greedy you-know-what, but she had spent the day looking forward to a little sexy time.
She had purposely delayed discussing the New Zealand trip with him, recognizing he might not be entirely overjoyed with the news that she was going with Chatterton. So she figured she would tell him during the afterglow.
Only if they just lay here, there wasn’t going to be any afterglow unless she had a really vivid dream.
At first she just thought he was waiting for her to hint, but now she was practically humping his leg and he still showed no signs of making a move.
His arm wasn’t even really holding her. It was more like he was tolerating her lying on him. If she turned to the right, she’d probably roll right off him and onto the floor without his noticing. And his left arm was behind his neck.
This was all Knight’s fault for calling her his girlfriend. If he hadn’t put all that pressure on them, it wouldn’t suddenly feel so weird. They could have just gone on having sex, strangers enjoying each other.
Except she knew that no one could keep going on like that, and each moment you spent together pushed you farther away from strangers and more into intimacy.
Which is probably why she’d gone and just about fallen in love with him. Stupid, stupid, stupid. And here she was already, feeling miserable. She might as well slap a sign on her forehead that said Dumb Girl.
Knight’s breathing had evened and slowed, his eyes drifting closed. He was really, truly, actually going to fall asleep.
“Are you falling asleep?” she asked incredulously.
His eyes snapped open and he looked at her warily. “I was planning on it.”
“Without even a good night kiss or anything?”
He blinked and turned his head to look at her. “You want a good night kiss?”
“No! I want you towanta good night kiss.” Duh.
He shrugged. “I always want a kiss from you. But you looked sleepy and I didn’t want to bug you.”
Reese liked looking at him like this, her eyes just about level with his, that scratchy chin of his inches from her lips, his strong arm now locking around her back. Maybe this wasn’t such a disaster after all. Maybe Knight was just being polite.
They were both just kind of feeling their way through this very unexpected and amazing thing between them.
She tossed her leg over his, so that her thigh was firmly against his. “If you’re bugging me, trust me, I’ll let you know.”
There was another pause, and Reese held her breath.