"Go to sleep," he says, voice deep and deceptively sweet, but it's a little hard to do that when he's acting like this.
Thorne is spooned behind me, his large body completely encasing mine, radiating warmth that seeps into every inch of my skin. Normally, this would be soothing, comforting, a perfect way to drift into sleep.
Not tonight.
Not with the way his hips keep shifting—slow, deliberate, completely not innocent.
I bite my lip, trying to ignore it, to focus on the steady rhythm of his breath against my neck, the way his arms feel around my belly in a protective hold, how safe and cherished I always feel in his hold.
But then he does it again.
Rolls his hips.
I tense slightly as his hand drifts lower, sliding dangerously close to where I'm aching for him.
Thorne presses a soft kiss against the nape of my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
"I don't think I've satisfied you enough, my star," he whispers, his voice rough and teasing.
