I wait until he cuddles up to me, relaxing,
his eyes already slipping shut again, before I sit up quick. He’s
not expecting it and I manage to slide from the bed and dance out
of his reach when he grabs for me. “Come back here,” he growls,
playful.
I laugh defiantly at him. “Come get me,” I
say, picking up my jumpsuit from the floor.
I manage to step into it and pull it over my
ass before he takes me up on my offer. He tumbles from the bed, the
sheets falling away from his nakedness, and wraps his arms around
my waist, pulls me to him. “I’m not letting you go,” he whispers
into my hair, and I laugh again, try to twist away, but it’s only a
halfhearted gesture, I don’t wanthim to let me go. I’m
thinking we can maybe steal another half hour—it isearly,
and maybe no one else is up yet. Even if they are, surely they can
run the damn ship without our help for a little while longer.
Dylan’s hands slip lower, cupping my budding erection through the