Page 143 of So This Is War
I hear her still, and I can’t contain my smile. She comes off tough, like she can hang in this sexual warfare, but I think it’s all show. I don’t think she can hang at all. I think she’s trying to grasp anything to make it seem like she can hang, but in reality, I own this battle.
“You want me to sleep in your bed?” she finally asks.
“I don’t want you to do anything. I’m just offering since you’re so cold,” I answer.
She’s silent again, and I know she’s thinking about it.
I hope she says yes because I want nothing more than to be able to sleep next to her, to hold her, to fucking drive her mad with need.
After a few seconds, she says, “If I go in your bed, I’ll need to use your body warmth.”
“Use me any way you want, Wylie,” I say.
After another bout of silence, she leaves the cot and moves over to my side of the bed. Her silhouette comes into view, so I lift the bed sheets and let her in. She slips under the covers and then curls away from me and into one of my pillows.
Not even wanting to give her a second to reconsider, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my bare chest, exposing her to my body heat.
“Warm?” I whisper into her ear.
I can feel her breathing hitch as she says, “Yes. That’s, uh, that’s better.”
“Good,” I say. “Can’t have my assistant cold.” I keep my arm around her as I press my chin up against her head, loving how she so easily fits right into the little spoon position, like she was made for me to hold her.
And hell, I know this was my choice, that I thought this was a good idea, but having her this close, feeling her in my arms, I fear that I might be the one who breaks.
But what does breaking even mean?
Because if I graze her boob, is that breaking? Or is that teasing? In my mind, breaking would be a kiss or going full throttle fucking. I think a graze here and a tease there never hurt anyone. That’s all part of the game, part of the strategy, right?
My question is, what’s going to be her move?
Sure, she’s here in my bed, but she can’t possibly just be here. She has to have a move. Any kind of move, something that’s going to?—
She wiggles her ass right against my crotch, getting comfortable.
And yup, there it is.
That’s her fucking move and what a great one.
Because my dick immediately wants more.
My dick wants that to happen again. Multiple times.
“You good?” I slide my hand to her stomach.
“Yes,” she says as her stomach contracts from my touch.
“Good, because I can’t have you uncomfortable.” I move my hand up her stomach to rest just below her breast. “Can’t remember the last time I cuddled with someone,” I say. “And I know I’ve never cuddled with an employee before.”
“Would you consider this cuddling?” she asks. “I thought it would classify under trying to stay warm.”
“Hmm, perhaps,” I say. “But the ass wiggle against my dick, that wasn’t keeping warm, was it?”
“It’s called friction, Levi. We need some to stay warm.”
“Hmm, okay, so then if I were to, I don’t know, graze the underside of your breast like this”—I glide my hand under her heavy breast, causing her to inhale sharply—“that would be friction, right?”
“That, yes, that would be friction.”
