I quietly crawled out of the bed, being careful not to wake my sleeping bed hog—because she was that. Each time I moved the entire night, she would inch closer and closer to me.
Eventually, I’d ended up right on the edge of the bed with her plastered to my side.
At first, I’d tried to get her to stay on her side.
Then I realized how dumb that was because not only did I not want her to stay on her side, I didn’t want her to keep her hands to herself, either.
In fact, I wanted her to touch me more.
I wanted her hands on my face as she pressed her lips to mine.
I wanted her thighs hugging my hips as she straddled me.
I wanted her breasts pillowed against my chest as she…
I got up much quicker after that and hurried into the bathroom.
Once there, I angrily looked down at myself, staring at the tent in my underwear.
Another thing that finally made sense—the fact that I’d hated my previous underwear.
They’d just felt altogether wrong.
I mean, if I was in boxers, my inconsiderate cock would’ve been slipping out of the loose fabric all night and finding its way to Frankie.
But the boxer briefs, on the other hand, had done an excellent job at containing it—more the pity.
I groaned in defeat, wishing that things were different. Wishing that I could take the things I wanted instead of having to overthink it to the point of exhaustion.
Absently I looked over my shoulder to make sure that I didn’t wake Frankie with my loudmouth, but she was still sleeping.
Her face was buried in the pillow that I’d used the night before, and she had a small smile on her face.
The sheet that’d been covering us the entire night had slipped as she’d moved, and it was now revealing the rounded curve of her breast underneath the loose-fitting nightdress she’d put on the night before. The article of clothing that had started my semi-permanent hard-on state hours ago.
I roughly cupped my cock and squeezed, hoping that it would be enough to shock my dick into thinking about something—anything—other than how it would feel to sink slowly into… I once again cut myself and my thoughts off.
“Christ,” I said under my breath.
The sound must’ve disturbed Frankie because she once again shifted in the bed.
This time, her eyes did open.
She smiled and moved, her hand going out to reach for where I’d once been.
When she didn’t feel me, her eyes shot open, and her face went from a moment of sleepy confusion to outright panic.
She vaulted up into a sitting position, her eyes moving around the room wildly.
Knowing what she was thinking, I came out of the bathroom and headed toward her.
“Hey, it’s all right,” I promised.
The moment that I made my appearance from the bathroom, it was like everything inside of her just wilted.
One second she was in the bed, and the next she was in my arms.
I couldn’t stop myself from catching her even if I tried.
Her small body trembled against mine, and once again, I was fighting a losing battle with my cock.
She practically climbed me like a tree in her haste to get into my lap and deciding this would be much easier if I was sitting instead of leaning over the bed, I twisted and planted my ass.
She moved until her core was pressed against my lap. Her body covering me from neck to thighs.
“I had a dream that you were here,” she said. “And I woke up, and you were gone, and I thought that I’d dreamed it all. You being here. Alive. Holy shit, my heart is still hammering.”
I moved one of my hands to cup the back of her head while the other went down to snake around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.
She shifted in my hold, easily centering herself on the hard length of my erection.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “It’s the morning.”
She pulled back until she could see into my eyes.
“Is that the only reason?” she asked.
No. No, that wasn’t the only reason.
When I opened my mouth to tell her that it was, the words wouldn’t come out.
Her eyes lit up and she smirked.
Then shocked the hell out of me by pressing her mouth to mine.
It’d been something that I’d wanted to do for weeks now.
Months.
To feel her lips against mine.
And all of a sudden the control I was barely managing to hold on to—the turmoil and the confusion were eating me alive—I just… snapped.
I knew that in Frankie’s arms I could just… let go.
And let go I did.
Her mouth went from a soft, sweet kiss to a hungry one when my arms once again locked around her.
I pulled her impossibly closer while grinding myself up against her.
I went from sitting with her in my lap to laying her down and crawling over the top of her.