Tall, Tatted and Tempting

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  The bed dips in the middle of the night, and I startle awake. My heart starts pounding like a jackhammer, and I scoot to the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?” I ask.

  It’s Logan, and the room is dark, so he can’t see my face or hear my voice. He rolls to his side, away from me, snuggling deeply into the pillow. He makes this adorable smacking noise with his mouth as he settles. He reaches back and jerks the blankets off me, tugging them onto him.

  He doesn’t really think he’s going to sleep in here, does he? I could go and get on the couch, but he’s already snoring. He’s sound asleep. I lean up and look into his face. He doesn’t stir. He’s not going to try to put the moves on me. He’s just going to sleep.

  I roll over, curling into myself because it’s chilly without a blanket. I could go and get the one from the couch, I guess. I know he had one out there. But I’m afraid I’ll wake him if I get up. I grab the edge of the blanket he just stole from me and pull it back over to my side, just enough to cover half of me. He doesn’t move. So, it must be all right.

  Logan

   

  I wake up slowly, immediately aware there’s a warm body pressed against mine. I raise my head and look down at the leg thrown across my thighs. There’s a delicate arm wrapped across my chest and a black head of hair with a blue streak tucked under my chin, right beside my heart.

  Her thigh is naked, and it feels so fucking good that I don’t want to move. The scent of her shampoo tickles my nose, and I wonder how I ended up in bed with her. I know all we did was sleep. My guess is that I got up to pee in the middle of the night and came back to my bed by accident. How she got wrapped around me is another story.

  I lay my head back against the pillow and look up at my cracked ceiling. I didn’t mean for this to happen. And I don’t want her to think that I just want her in my bed, that I only want to sleep with her. But I do want to sleep with her. Right now. I want to roll her over and slide those pink panties slowly down her legs. I want to kiss her from the soles of her feet to the insides of her thighs. I look down at her upper leg again. I can’t resist it. I reach out and lay my hand on it. She wiggles and presses harder against me, her breasts cushioned by my chest.

  I’m so freaking hard that all the blood in my body is pulsing in my dick. Shit.

  The sun is coming up, so my brothers will be moving around soon. They’ll never let me hear the end of it if they find me in here. I started off on the couch and swore I would stay there.

  Shit.

  I just wanted to keep her safe, and now she’s in bed with me. Or I’m in bed with her.

  Involuntarily, I clench her thigh in my grasp. I turn onto my side to face her and hitch her leg up higher over my hip. I need to slide out from under her arm. But then her brown eyes blink open. We’re face-to-face. She doesn’t seem startled. “You stole the covers,” she says.

  She has morning breath, and I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so bad in my life. “Why are you in my arms?” I ask.

  She looks around like she’s not quite sure, and she bites her lower lip between her teeth again. I pull it out very gently with my thumb, and she licks her lips, just like she did last night. “I was cold. And you were warm.”

  “I started out on the couch,” I say.

  She nods, leaning close to me, burying her face in my chest. She inhales deeply, her breath moving through the thin material of my T-shirt when she exhales. Did she just sniff me?

  “You smell good,” she mouths, looking up at me so I can see her lips.

  She did just sniff me. I can’t help it. I palm her ass and draw her closer to me. “Do you always wake up so sweet?” I ask. She’s like cotton candy in my arms. She smells soft and clean, and she’s not shoving me away.

  “I’m not awake yet,” she says. She spins over in my arms, facing away from me. My forearm is under her head and her bottom is tucked against my groin. Her head is beneath my chin, and I can’t see her face anymore. But I doubt she’s talking. She’s soft in my arms, and her breath rushes out of her open mouth with every exhale, searing my forearm with every breath.

  The bottoms of her feet are cold against the tops of mine, so I pull the blanket over us both, tucking it around her and throwing it over our feet.

  I don’t want to let her go, but I know I need to get up. I need to go back to the couch. I close my eyes and brush her hair down between us.

  She lets me wrap around her, and I’m willing to pretend she’s still asleep. Will it hurt to stay there? I keep holding her. I’ve never had a girl sleep the whole night in my bed before. Ever. I’ve never woken up with someone. I’ve never wanted to. Until now.

  I settle my arm around her waist. I’ll just stay a few more minutes.