Chapter 23

Tatum

Remy's got me wrapped tightly in his arms as we lie on the couch, watching the same show we've been watching for the last few hours. My body is more aware of his than it's ever been as we lay tangled together. Sometime during this last episode, we shifted. I'm splayed over top of him, my head on his shoulder, his thigh between my legs, his arm around my neck, fingers lightly playing in the hair that rests there. Something about the way he's stroking my neck as he plays with my hair is turning me on. I find myself slightly pushing the edges of his shirt up against his abs, running my fingers up and down the small sliver of skin I've uncovered. He shifts. I'm not sure if it's because he's feeling the same way as I am or if he's trying to get more comfortable, but he lodges his thigh further up in between mine, resting it fully against my core. It sends a shockwave of desire through my body that forces me to turn my head into his shoulder, silently moaning as I open my mouth again