A Love Like Ours

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

"You're not supposed to be here at all," I muttered reluctantly. I didn't like to remind him of that fact, but it did seem like a point of contention with a lot of people, namely his folks and mine.

"I refuse to be treated like a child on this," said Justin stubbornly, if contrarily too. "It's not as if we cannot be trusted to keep our hands off each other. We're fucking adults!" exclaimed Justin indignantly.

"I think that is the point," I murmured absently, already feeling that part of his point, literally poking at me. I raised a hand to drift over his chest and slide down his back. Justin, like me, loved sleeping in the nude. Of course, I doubted his love for wearing only his birthday suit to bed was at all as recent as mine.

His hands swept around me more snugly, and I nuzzled the heated skin that ran up the strong column of his neck. Nuzzling was not making love; it was allowed. Justin seemed to think so too because his own face buried in my hair, breathing me in.

"I can't sleep without you," he murmured softly.

"You can't sleep with me," I muttered out hoarsely.

He chuckled huskily at my obvious pun and simply snuggled me to him closer. I promptly lost my capacity to breathe. Now, the fates decide to listen to me.

Hammering at his chest only had his hold slackening enough to allow my breast meshed against him to heave and rub his chest enticingly. Not helping.

"I think we can do this," said Justin mildly. His hands running down my back were clearly shaking in restraint. My own voice trembled in response.

"Do what?"

"Sleep together," said Justin huskily. "We will only sleep together nothing ... more."

"Sleep?" My own voice, already hoarse, was no longer recognizable.

"Oh, yes. Close your eyes, and don't mind me. I'll just pat you to sleep a bit," he murmured hoarsely before suiting action to words, ... petting and generally feeling me up.

Sleep? What the fuck?

But oddly enough, that was exactly what we did. Sleep in each other's arms, tired out by the heavy screen of sexual tension entrapping us both.

Warm, smooth skin felt hot to touch beneath my wandering hands. My lips parted and shamelessly drooled over the heated skin that was only a breath away. The luxury of touch was more than enough to overwhelm my drowsy senses, but a niggling alarm insistently pierced through the muck of arousal that clearly clogged my mind.

Mama?

I gasped at the blurry outline of her plump frame.

"Remember! Remember what the Reverend said..."

The eerie echo of her words sent shudders of revulsion down my spine.

"Hush, baby. Soon, darling, soon," murmured the deep, husky tenor that could only belong to Justin Kay.

"Oh, Kay," I breathed out on a moan only to find my words ringing in my ear. I groaned and tried harder to claw my way out of deep sleep.

Justin thankfully assisted me, shaking me hard, then harder still 'til I couldn't do anything but wake the hell up.

"Okay! Okay, I'm up," I groused and grumbled before I actually pried open my eyes. But Justin didn't relent. Instead, his shaking of my person grew serious, taking on a familiar pattern: a rhythm.

Oh fuck!

I shot upright. Or as upright as I could get without Justin getting out of the way from where he lay—right on top of me.