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She startled and turned toward me, a flick of her pink tongue wetting her lips. I was jealous of the privilege. She scooted close enough for me to catch her and draw her against my chest.
"I forgot. Tonight."
She was tense and her perfume had faded. I stroked my hands over her sides, wrapped my arms around her back, and tucked her head under my chin. I'd left my drawers on, and she was still in her chemise. She'd looked a little tired today at the Huberts', and she'd fallen asleep while researching architecture, of all things.
"What do you say to…tomorrow morning?" I asked, rubbing my hand over her spine, smiling to myself as she softened against me.
"In the morning? I…I am tired."
"I am too," I said, shifting my hips away just enough for her to not be prodded with the physical interest that argued otherwise.
I didn't want Mairwen simply comfortable with me. I wanted her begging for me. But the former probably needed to come before the latter, in that case, and a good night's sleep together would be safer than helping myself to her body after a day of her worrying.
Mairwen's nose burrowed into my throat, and I held my breath as she brushed a shy kiss over my pulse.
Patience. It would be my mantra for as long as I could hold the rut at bay.