Page 87 of Chasing Home
“I can almost hear you thinkin’,” Johnny rasps, sleep deepening the tone of it and intensifying the slight drawl.
I throb between my legs and scowl at myself. “You’re a pretty intense cuddler.”
“Mm, can’t say I’ve ever woken up to find myself wrapped around a woman like this before. Must just be you.”
“You’re incredibly hot.”
He shoves his nose into my hair and chuckles. “Thank you.”
“I meant you feel hot. You’re a full-blown heater when you sleep. I prefer to sleep in the cold.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t ducked out and left yet, then.”
“You trapped me beneath your body before I could.”
“If I hadn’t, would you have left, Rory?” he asks softly, the hint of a tease over the curiosity.
“No. You smell good.”
He shifts back just enough that I can breathe properly before starting to play with my hair. “That’s it, eh? I owe my sisters a thank you, then.”
“Do they force you to shower or something?”
“Look on my dresser. I’m pretty sure they’ve bought me every single cologne known to man.”
He’s not wrong. Directly across from the bed, there’s a grey wooden dresser with two rows of cologne that stretch from one end to the other.
“Have you ever asked them to maybe fixate on something else?” I ask.
“That’s the problem with sisters. They assume they know what’s best for you at all times. Oftentimes, they do, but not always. Clearly, I don’t smell as bad as I did when I was a teen when they started this little tradition of theirs.”
I shrug as much as I can with him still splayed over my back. “Maybe you do.”
“Oh, is that so? Do I need to ask you to check for me? It isn’t polite to shove a woman’s face in your armpit, but I’ll do it, darlin’. Don’t antagonize me,” he warns.
A blast of warmth hits me dead centre in my chest as I laugh, attempting to wiggle out from beneath him. He doesn’t let me get far before he’s sliding his arm around my front and rolling me beneath him. I don’t stop laughing, my mouth cracked open in a wide grin that he stares at, a matching one brightening his soft expression.
He drops his head and kisses the tip of my nose. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“If you put your armpit in my face, I’ll pinch your nipples really hard,” I threaten, poising my hands in front of his chest.
“Do it. It makes my dick hard.”
I’m reminded then that we’re both still completely naked. The hard length of him presses into my groin as he drops his head forward and covers my neck in the soft sound of his laugh.
“I don’t think you need any help in that department,” I croak.
He’s hard, and I’m wet already. It would be so easy for him to part my legs and slide inside of me, but he makes no move to. I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed when he flops onto the bed beside me, his arm falling over his face.
The bulge of bicep in this position is obscene. But it hides his eyes as I drag mine down the length of his naked body, shifting with aroused discomfort at the beauty of it. The sheer strength and muscle stretching beneath his skin. Even his thighs are thick with it, straining as he rotates his ankles, the bones cracking.
“Feel free to explore with your fingers rather than your eyes,” he offers, the little shit.
“What time is it?”
“Late enough Wade’s goin’ to kick my ass when I get to work.”
“Oh, shit.” I jerk up in bed and throw myself off it before hastily reaching for my clothes and slipping my shirt back on. “Get up, Mr. I Never Sleep In.”