23: Don't Touch The AC

                                    

                                          
My body was cradled against Brynjar's hard planes. His auburn beard had lengthened since he had shaved it off, courtesy of my uneven trimming the night we met. It now scratched at my hairline, arousing me from sleep. 
I poked his ribs trying to stop the streams of snores and wake him. When he didn't stir, I poked him again and again. My attempts did nothing to wake him from his deep slumber.
Fumbling in the cold, dark room, I hooked two fingers in the collar of his shirt and tugged it down a few inches. I moved my mouth from the crook of his neck to his shoulder, sinking my teeth into his flesh. It was the only idea I could think of to wake him without leaving his warmth.
His snores hiccuped as a deep shudder passed through his body, followed by a low groan. I pulled back enough to see his amber eyes open and narrow on me. "What are you doing?"
"You wouldn't wake up." I poked his ribs once more, seeing if it'd have any effect on him awake. Nothing. "Poking didn't work so I had to get creative." There were probably a thousand different ways I could've woken him up, but that was the first to pop into mind.
He inhaled deeply, then exhaled, rolling onto his back. He didn't let me go, forcing me to sprawl on top of him, not caring if I felt the hardness between his legs throb against my pelvis. "Did something happen?"
"No." If something had happened, I wouldn't have known. I was too busy sleeping and staying warm. I'm sure Valentino's scream would've been loud enough to wake us all.
"Is there a reason I'm awake?" His eyes fluttered shut, voice thick and husky from sleep.
I tugged the blankets higher on my body, pressing as much of me onto him. That voice, it rattled my bones, shook me to my core. "I'm cold."
He brushed the hair away from my neck, making me shiver from the cool air. Then he blew a hot breath down my back, making everything warm and tingly. "Better?"
Yes. "No."
His hands trailed down my back, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake, until both hands moved to cup my ass. "What's wrong now?"
I picked my head up, resting my chin on his chest. This wasn't the first night the house had been so cold, and I tended to sleep with Brynjar those nights. "Are you the one turning the AC to freezing?"
A proud grin curled his lips. "Maybe."
"Stop doing that." I scoffed. "I'm always so cold." I shouldn't have been surprised, Brynjar wasn't the type to ask me for cuddles. But he knew if I was cold enough, I'd curl into him.
He hummed, neither agreeing or disagreeing, and palmed my ass. "You've never complained before."
"My tongue was always frozen to the roof of my mouth, Heathen." I tried adjusting my body to find a more comfortable position. It seemed no matter where I moved his thick length always pressed against some body part of mine, large even through his cotton pants. I didn't want to hurt him with my entire weight pressing down.
His hands pressed my hips down, stopping me from moving. He groaned and tilted his head back. "Stop. Go to sleep."
"I can't." Somehow, I was still so tired. But with Brynjar pressing into me, there was no possible way for me to fall asleep when my body was beginning to hum back. 
With a sigh, he sat up with me still plastered to his front. His arms wrapped around me so I didn't have a chance to pry away. "Are you hungry?"
"No." My stomach growled with the thought of a meal. 
 He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Cold air pressed against my back but he kept heat radiating off of himself to warm me. "We're going to work on that."