Only You (Sweet Torment 2)

When I woke up to a warm, strong pillow that smelled like yummy spice and masculinity, I creaked my eyes open to find my “pillow” was Leo’s stomach.

He was propped up slightly against the headboard.

I must have fallen asleep hard, something I’d never done with anyone. I always slept alone. I sat up, hoping he didn’t notice. But when I looked at his face, he was wide awake, though it was still dark outside.

“What time is it?” I asked, sleep still in my voice.

“About four in the morning.”

I rubbed my eyes. “You’re still here.”

“Ouch,” he said with a grin. “I think we need to work on your bedside manner, Red. Tip number one, don’t insult the man who gave you two orgasms, then was used as your own personal body pillow, first thing when you wake up.”

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you,” I said, realizing we were both still naked.

“I’m glad you did.”

I looked at him for a long moment. He seemed so comfortable. I, however, never spent the night with a man. Sure, I had sex, but never overnighters, slumber parties, or any length of time under the same roof after that. They were uncomfortable for me. Partly because I didn’t trust being near a man when I slept.

Which was odd that I’d fallen asleep with Leo. It had never happened before.

“You didn’t sleep?” I asked.

He sat up a little. While I kept the sheet at my breasts, it pooled on his side of the bed at his waist, all his muscles and ink visible and lickable and—

“You keep looking at me like that and we’re going to have another round in retaliation,” he said and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. The gesture was so tender. So couple-ish. At least that’s what I assumed couples did.

I got up from the bed, grabbed my T-shirt and yanked it on. “So?” I pressed. “You didn’t sleep?”

“Kind of hard to when you snore,” he said.

My cheeks rushed with heat.

“I’m just kidding,” he laughed. I frowned. Not a cool joke. “But no, I didn’t. Every time I tried, I looked down and saw all these red curls splayed over my lap. Made it hard, and difficult to sleep.” He winked.

I smiled a little that time. He was so damn charming. And when he bent his knees and rested his elbows on them to clasp his hands in front, he looked so casual. So comfortable in my bed.

His bed.

Everything around here was his.

“Well, it was nice spending time together,” I said. “You must be anxious to get back to your place and get some rest.”

He frowned. “You kicking me out, Red?”

“No, I just figured you’d like to leave now.”

His eyes got serious. “Would you like me to leave?”

“It’s technically your place. You can do what you’d like.”

He reached out his hand and I looked at it, confused. But then took it. He sat me back on the bed. “This is your place. Understand?”

He was so stern. Serious. I nodded once. He got up and tugged his pants on.

“Do you want to maybe . . .” I swallowed hard. “Stay for a little bit?”

He smiled and put his shirt on. “I’ll let you rest,” he said. “But thank you for the offer.”