Chapter Six
When Tres said he would take me to bed, he meant it literally. We stripped down to our unmentionables and then climbed under the sheets. He didn’t make a move on me, other than his groin pressed into my backside.
What he did do was wrap his arms around me. It had been a while since I’d slept with someone. Well, since I’d slept with a man. Loren had often hopped into bed with me over the past few months. But there was nothing like having a big barrel chest at your back and that hint of manhood seeking your warmth.
Tres inhaled, his nose pressed into the back of my head. Then he let out a long, sleepy sigh.
“Really?” I said. “We’re actually going to sleep?”
“I told you that I would have you begging before the next time I was inside you.” His hot breath brushed the cone of my
