“Okay?” he asked as he climbed into bed.
“Yes, thank you.”
“We’ll get you a new nightlight too. Lie down. Got Princess Nana and your blanket? Does it have a name?”
“I just call it my snuggly,” she whispered, worried about what he might think.
But she need not have worried. Like everything else, he took it in stride.
“Snuggly, that’s cute. Princess Nana and snuggly. Okay, Mari-girl. Get comfy.”
She rolled onto her side, away from him, Princess Nana and her snuggly held tight. Expecting him to keep his distance.
Again, she should have known better.
Grabbing hold of her hip, he dragged her against him, so he was spooning her. His arm wrapped around her just under her breasts.
Oh hell. He had to be kidding her?
Then his leg went between hers, his thigh pressing up against her pussy. He wasn’t really expecting her to sleep like this. Right?
She’d once read somewhere that being the big spoon meant you felt protective and possessive of the other person.
And well, if there were ever two words to describe Linc . . .
Oh and sexy, bossy and funny as well.
It was a killer combination.
“Relax, baby. Sleep time.”
There was no way at all she was gonna sleep. Nope.
Marisol woke up as she usually did, on her tummy with one leg hitched. With her thumb in her mouth, snuggly being rubbed under her nose.
Only this time something was different. There was something hot on her ass. Something that cupped and squeezed.
“Good morning, Mari-girl. Sleep well?”
She let out a small squeak and opened her eyes to find Linc staring at her. His hair was deliciously tousled. His eyes dark and smoky. What did they call them? Bedroom eyes? Holy hell. She totally got that description now. He ran his gaze over her, taking her in. His hand cupped her ass.
She tried to speak then realized that she still had her thumb in her mouth. Quickly, she withdrew it, blushing.
“Don’t remove it on my account,” he told her huskily. “You look so sweet, lying there with your snuggly and your dolly, sucking your thumb. Have you ever tried a pacifier?”
She shook her head.
“Would you like to?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
He studied her. “You’ve never thought about it?”
She bit her lip. She couldn’t lie. And not answering would be like telling him anyway. “I have. I’ve just never gotten up the courage to buy one. I was worried my aunt would find it.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. What about a bottle?”
“Umm. Maybe,” she replied. She’d definitely thought about it.