She’s sobeautiful when she’s asleep.
I’d almost forgotten what it was like — to hold her in my arms, completely unguarded, totally at peace. I can’t stop touching her. Can’t stop running my hands over her bare body, reassuring myself she’s really here in my bed. Her skin against mine, smoother than silk. Her head on my chest, resting over my heart. Her long hair splayed across the sheets in a dark curtain.
The last thing I want to do is wake her. Hell, I’d sell my soul if it meant staying in this bed a few more minutes. But the sun outside is rising, and the minutes until our bus departs are dwindling rapidly.
“Felicity,” I murmur.
She doesn’t stir.
I trace a fingertip along the indentation of her spine and smile when she arches in response, coming awake with a low purr of pleasure.
“Good morning, baby.”
“What time is it,” she rumbles without opening her eyes.
“Time to get up.”
Scowling, she releases an adorable growl, even as she cuddles closer to my chest. I grin as I tilt my head down to press a kiss against her furrowed forehead.
“The bus is going to leave without us.”
“Don’t care.” Her arms tighten. “Not moving.”
“You haven’t even packed your stuff. We have to hit your room before we leave. Unless, of course, you plan on walk-of-shaming it through the lobby in your stage costume.”
She growls again.
“Baby.” I laugh. “You really want to walk all the way to Indianapolis? Because you know Carly won’t hesitate to leave without us, and I doubt those sexy little sandals you’re always wearing will last the trip.”
Her eyes sliver open. “You think my sandals are sexy?”
“Felicity, every damn thing about you is sexy.”
Her smile is bright as the sunshine spilling through the hotel room windows. “I’ve missed this,” she says, her eyes soft and warm. “Waking up with you.”
Fuck, she’s killing me.
When I speak, my tone is gruff. “Me too.”
Eyes glittering gold, she slides up my body, swinging one leg across my hips so she’s straddling me. My cock, which has been in a state of perpetual hardness since the second I woke up and found her in my arms, throbs violently as she wriggles against me, her breasts brushing against my chest, her lush lips planting kisses on the tattoo across my heart.
A low groan rattles from the back of my throat.
“Felicity…” My breaths are labored as her mouth begins to migrate south — kissing a trail across my pecs, down stomach, past my hipbones…
Fuck.
My abs flex as I sit up abruptly, grabbing her by the waist and tossing her backwards. She lands with a squeak, which quickly turns to a gasp as I come down on top of her, caging her in with my elbows planted on the bed beside her head, pinning her wrists to keep her still.
She’s breathing hard, her eyes glazed with lust as she stares up at me.
“Don’t give me that look, Felicity.” My control is hanging by a thread. “If we start this, we’redefinitelygoing to miss the bus.”
She arches beneath me, bringing her bare skin back into contact with mine. I grit my teeth, feeling my restraint slip a fraction.
The bus wouldn’t really leave without us…
“Ryder.” Felicity licks her lips. “The thing is, we’re going to be on that bus for theforeseeablefuture. And on a bus…” She blinks innocently and my control slips another notch. “There are simply certain activities we won’t be able to do…”