I didn't open my eyes. "What kind of something?"
His mouth brushed mine. Light pressure, nothing more.
Then his lips moved again, more deliberately this time.
His hand hovered near my hip but didn't touch.
The slower he went, the harder it was to think.
My fingers curled in the sheets.
My breath caught halfway out of my throat.
Ashton finally let go after what felt like forever.
He tugged the covers down a little and nudged my shoulder.
Oxygen-deprived, I felt more lethargic than before. "Not getting up. Let's just sleep a bit longer. I'm not going to the studio today."
I shoved my face against his chest and curled closer.
He let out a sharp breath near my ear.
"You can continue to use the bed, but I demand more payment."
I mumbled, "What do you wan
