Nia POV
Sleep? How in the hell am I supposed to sleep when each caress of his hand sends warmth and desire through me? I am so hot and bothered right now; it is embarrassing. I feel like a s*x-craved teenager. Well, at least I think that is how they feel, because I have never felt like this before.
I am wet and ready for him, wishing his hand would slip between my legs or pinch a n****e. But I am too shy and ashamed to admit it or ask him to take it a step further. Hell, who says he is even in the mood? Maybe this rubbing thing is just something he does. And I am much too shy to make the first move. So, I lie in silence, enjoying his touch and burning for more.
The irony is that I was tired. I really wanted to sleep, until he dropped the bomb about his father being poisoned, and he is c
