He caught it effortlessly, his laughter bubbling over as he pulled her back into his embrace.
Alright, alright.
Just rest, he murmured, still grinning.
Tonight, I promise Ill make it up to you.
Tilda scowled, even as her cheeks burned.
Did he really imply she was sexually frustrated? Tilda pinched the back of his hand, her ears burning. I dont need you to make it up to me tonight! His teasing voice came from behind her.
Well, there isnt time now, he went on, clearly enjoying himself.
Ive got a client arriving soon.
I couldnt properly fulfill your needs anyway.
Tilda rolled her eyes, exasperated, and slapped his arm playfully.
Let go and get out! He merely chuckled and shifted closer, his chest pressed warmly against her back.
Just sleep, will you? He stroked her back tenderly, soothing her to sleep.
She turned around, slipping an arm around his waist and draping her leg over his deliberately.
Lyndon glanced down at her, his voice turning husky.
Your position is quite provocative.
Careful now, he murmured.
If you really want to Shut up! she snapped, cutting him off before he could finish.
With another laugh, he lifted a hand, resuming his gentle strokes. Alright, Ill keep quiet.
Close your eyes, love.
Despite herself, Tilda found her eyelids growing heavy.
She half-expected him to continue teasing her, but instead, he kept his word, gently stroking her back and lulling her toward sleep.
It seemed that he really needed to meet a client later.
As her lashes fluttered slightly, Tilda murmured, Wake me at one-thirty.