I guessed he hadn’t been with anyone else this past week. Good to know.

My eyes took in the sight of his muscled torso, of his strong pecs and his enormous shoulders. His ink contrasted powerfully against his skin, the colors so opposite that it made a beautiful sight. I’d never had an opinion about tattoos either way, and I’d never dated a guy with ink, but with Bones, I liked it. It was a big component of who he was. The ink fit him like a second skin.

I pulled my sweater over my head and then left the sweatpants behind. I kept on my long t-shirt, and it reached my thighs and covered my panties. I was excited to sleep in my own bed tonight—with my teddy bear beside me.

He got into bed first, lying back with his hand propped under his head.

I pulled back the sheets then slid between the covers. I lay beside him, not crossing the line and touching him, but close enough to take advantage of his warmth. Like laying out in the sun, just being near him was enough to get warm. He radiated heat over the sheets with the warmth that burned off his muscles, making the bedding feel like it just came out of the dryer.

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling so comfortable that it seemed like a dream.

He turned his body toward me and lay on his side, his shoulder extending far past mine toward the ceiling. The veins along his arms were like rivers that ran all the way down to his hands. His blue eyes were on me, aggressive and soft at the same time.

I didn’t touch him, but my body started to ache with desire.

My panties were getting wet. I could feel it. I wanted to moan even though his hands weren’t even on me. Just being this close to him made me so aroused I could barely contain it. It must have been the last week of no action that was driving me crazy. It must have been the way his big dick looked in his boxers that made me struggle to catch my breath. I felt the heat flush into my cheeks and chest, felt my heart race in anticipation. All I had to do was lie there and go to sleep.

But damn, the last thing I wanted to do was sleep.

I opened my eyes again and looked at him, the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on. Dangerous and temperamental, he was the wrong guy for me. But I’d never felt more satisfied, felt more like a woman, than I did with him. And right now, my body was overriding the logic of my mind. I was getting wetter by the second, soaking my panties, and all I could think about was that cock I’d missed for the past seven days. “Bones?”

His eyes had been open the entire time, hardly blinking. He hadn’t touched me, but it felt like his presence was completely wrapped around me. He was touching me with his heat, with his desire. “Yes, baby?”

“Fuck me.”

He didn’t smile in his typical asshole way. His eyes intensified for a brief second, and then he was up on his hands. He moved on top of me in a flash, his mouth crushing down on mine with a kiss so searing it burned my lips. “Yes, baby.” He pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and dug his large hand into my hair. He possessed me immediately, like he was waiting for me to say those words the entire time. Full of restraint, he was barely holding on to his resistance. His heavy body pressed me into the mattress, and he smothered me with his size and smell. He immediately took me like I belonged to him, like I was still his even when he’d set me free.

My arms hooked over his shoulders, and I pulled him close to me, sighing in relief through my nose because it felt so right. It was so wrong, but so damn right. I breathed into his mouth and dug my nails into his fire-hot skin. My ankles locked together around his waist even though we weren’t quite naked. I felt his enormous cock throb against me, felt the moisture of my panties seep into his black boxers. I wanted sex as much as this.

Whatever this was.

His kiss slowed down, less aggressive but just as passionate. He gave me his tongue and felt mine as he pulled my shirt up my belly to reveal my stomach. He pressed his defined abs against me, the hard muscles and grooves warm against my cold body. He held most of his weight on a single arm, and his thick bicep flexed with the muscles and veins.

I could feel his length right against my clit, my wetness dampening both of our clothing.

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