My lips kept sliding down his chest and his fingers glided into my hair.
“Why don’t we see,” he growled because my hand was still wrapped around his cock and it was stroking.
“You got it,” I whispered then slid down further.
*
Tate
Tate slid out of Laurie, kissing her gently as he did so. Then he rolled off and to his side where he reached to turn out the lamp on the nightstand.
Lauren rolled into him, fitting her body down the length of his back, her arm tight around his middle. He settled into the bed, he felt her lips kiss the eagle at his shoulder blade and then she settled, fitting her body deeper into his. His hand found hers and his fingers linked through, pulling her even closer as he lifted their arms to bent and pressed their hands to his chest.
“You good?” he muttered into the dark room.
“Oh yeah,” she muttered back and he felt his lips smile.
“Sweet dreams, baby.”
“You too, Captain.”
He waited, like he always waited, for her body to grow heavy with sleep. It took about thirty seconds.
Then Tate followed her into sweet dreams.
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About the Author
Kristen Ashley lives in the beautiful West Country of England with her husband and her cat. She came to England by way of Denver, where she lived for twelve years, but she grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana. Her family and friends are loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.
Kristen’s Mom moved her and her brother and sister in with their grandparents when she was six. Her grandparents had a daughter much younger than her Mom so they all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched). Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.