When I woke later, I rolled over and looked down. Two more condoms had joined the first one on the floor and then I heard his chuckle behind me. His hand rubbed at the bottom of my back and massaged its way up to my shoulders. He sat forward, landed a kiss on my shoulder bone and scooted to the backboard. “You think I’d forget those puppies?”
I glanced back. “I did.”
He grinned and stretched with a big yawn. “Those things are like putting on pants. I’d have to be drugged to forget ‘em.”
My shoulders sagged forward when I heard his sentiment. Some guys wouldn’t agree, but I was relieved to hear his viewpoint. Then I yawned as well. “What time is it?”
He shrugged. “I could sleep the rest of the day. Good s*x does that for me.”
A different tingle shot through me at his words, but I frown
