Chapter 21

“I don’t know.” His breath tickles my nipple, and damn it the fuck, I’m getting hard again. Just by holding him. He does that to me.

When he tries to pull away, I hold him tighter. “Let me hold you,” I tell him. He sighs because he knows I’m mad. “Jesus, at least give me that.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again, burrowing against my neck. His skin is so soft beneath my hands and if I hug him any closer, he’ll be behind me.

“It’s okay.” I kiss his forehead but they’re little kisses, I don’t want to get myself worked up for nothing. “Maybe in the morning?”

Lie to me if you have to,I want to add. Give me something to look forward to, at least.

We’ve been together long enough that he can practically read my mind, or maybe he feels my erection pressing against his thigh and he feels bad. I hopehe feels bad, because I sure as hell do, I feel fucking horrid, and it’s all his fault.