Page 52 of Perfect Pact
He laughs.
“Come here.” Dusty lays down and pats the spot in front of him. “Cuddle me,” he demands, and I comply. After feeling his finger on my skin, I’d do a lot more than cuddle.
I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had someone cuddle me for the hell of it. When I would watch movies with my ex, it was never enjoyable. I always spent the whole time waiting on him. Fixing his dinner, refilling his drink, making popcorn to his liking. It was never because he wanted me near for a cuddle session.
Dusty’s different.
“Stop trying to fight it, darlin’. Just come here.”
“What’s up with the darlin’? You’re not even from around here.”
“You don’t like it?” He reaches behind him and grabs the remote. “I think it suits you.”
“No—” I clear my throat. “I do…it’s just, I don’t know.”
“I don’t know. I tested it out, and I like it. It seems like a Mason Creek thing to do.” He turns on the television. “Now, stop fighting me and you and enjoy the spooning process.”
“I’m not,” I lie, laying beside him. Dusty wraps an arm around me and pulls me in close, and my crop tee inches up.
“You are, but it’s fine,” he breaths into my ear, his hand splaying over my bare stomach. “It’s fun trying to convince you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I try to look up at him, but we’re spooned so tight, I can’t see anything but the top of his thick, unruly brown hair. Normally, he has it slicked back, but after his shower, he let it airdry. This style fits him.
Dusty doesn’t answer, his laugh vibrating behind me while tightening his grip.
“You don’t think I can master the spooning technique?”
He doesn’t say anything as he flips through the channels, but I can feel him smiling against my neck.
“I’m serious.” I move his hand and roll over to face him.
Whoa!
Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Outside of kissing him earlier, this is the closest I’ve been to him. Actually, I’m pretty sure we weren’t this close when he kissed me.
Dusty is looking at me. My heart flutters under his stare. I tuck my leg between his two muscular ones and snake my arm up and under his.
“I had my doubts, but you are quickly proving me wrong.” He rests his forehead against mine, feeling like he’s made for me. I love how my body fits against his. This might not have been the best idea, but that’s how it starts. He pushes me to my limits and we always end up in compromising situations.
“How wrong?” I breathe out.
“Very.” He brushes his lips against mine, letting his words tickle my mouth.
“That tickled.”
He licks his lips. “I know.”
We lay facing each other, locked in a staring contest, neither making a move. Dusty kissed me first, or maybe I kissed him when I was drunk, but that doesn’t count. Right now, he’s playing his normal charming games, pushing my button until I give in.
And it’s working.
Oh, screw it.I lose all resolve and kiss him.
He growls into my mouth, so turned on, I feel his excitement growing. It does something to me knowing I can make him feel this way.
I rock into him, and he lays on his back, giving me the access I need. My hands frame his face, then slowly follow his sexy beard up to tangle in his hair
His hands are on my ass, keeping me pinned against him as he rocks into me. I moan into his mouth, and he smiles against my lips.