Chapter - 13
ELOISE
Twenty minutes later I heard a tap against my bedroom window, and I glanced quickly over to see if a bird had flown into it. It wasn’t the first time it had happened in my life, but it would be the first time it happened in the townhome.
My phone buzzed again, another text from Logan.
Logan: Are you awake?
I frowned.
Me: Yes.
Logan: Can I come up?
My frown smoothed into a line.
Me: Are you here?
Logan: Yes. I threw a pebble at your window since you weren’t responding.
I blinked at my phone before I set my bookmark in the paperback I was reading and slid out of bed to shuffle over to my window, pulling the curtains to the side to see Logan on the side of the house, staring up at me. He had a backpack slung on his shoulder as he stood by one of the trees scattered around this building of townhomes. He had a nervous smirk on his face that was barely lit up by a string of lights Susan had hung around the house. He even lifted his hand and gave me a tentative wave.
I grabbed my phone and typed a text while glaring down at him.
Me: Courtney and Josh are home and will hear the front door open.
The message was clear. I wasn’t letting him in. I set my phone down on the desk and reached towards my dresser to pull my sleep shorts on since I was just in a tank and undies. The likelihood of Courtney and Josh being asleep already was low, and I didn’t want to alert them to who was currently outside right now, so I curiously glanced out the window.
Logan was already standing in the tree, reaching up and wrapping his hands around the branches as he lifted his massive body higher and higher to reach my window.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper-screeched after shoving my window open, shivering a little from the cool humid air I was letting into the room. Logan gave me a playful smirk as he lifted himself up on another branch, making him high enough to palm the screen over my window. With one gentle push, the screen popped out of my window. I made a startled noise as I struggled to catch it before it clanked on the floor.
I’m sorry, Logan signed immediately, his lips twitching a little as he stepped onto the small patch of roof underneath my window. This thirty-year-old man gripped the edge of the windowsill with both of his hands, his eyes meeting mine with question and apology. I set the screen down and gave him a disgruntled look of my own, letting the silence between us linger as I let him support himself on the roof.
I felt my face, which was pinched in irritation, start to loosen at the immediate apology. However, I wasn’t wearing a bra (something the cool air made very apparent), and I didn’t want to keep having this conversation with the window open and all the bugs flying inside.
“Come in,” I nodded my head towards him, my voice a whisper as I stepped to the side for him to enter. He hung his head low, his body language clearly one of insecurity and nervousness as he lifted his leg and squeezed through the window. I tried not to focus on his firm grip on the windowsill, or how his shoulders and leg muscles flexed as he maneuvered, something I had only ever seen in the movies.
After Logan made it inside, he stood tall and stared at me nervously. I walked over to my bedroom door to double-check that it was locked. I wanted to clear my head after getting a fill of his body when I was still annoyed with him. I turned around to see Logan raising an eyebrow at me, his eyes glancing at the doorknob pointedly.
“Courtney is known to let herself in without warning,” I explained, keeping my voice quiet so she couldn’t hear us. Logan nodded in understanding, his eyes doing a quick scan around my tidy room before he found my desk chair and plopped himself down.
“Please, make yourself at home,” I mumbled sarcastically, sitting down on the edge of my bed, and crossing my arms over my body. Logan smirked at me before pulling his backpack around so that he could unzip it, and he pulled out a shiny silver laptop. His eyes lifted to mine for a moment as he set the laptop on my desk.
His hands lifted to sign, but then he stopped and frowned, realizing no one was here to interpret for him.
“I’ll never learn ASL if you don’t keep signing to me,” I grumbled, irritated that the language barrier was so difficult for us. Well, for me. Logan at least had his hearing, which made it easy for me to communicate my side of things. I hated that I was so far behind in the language compared to the others in our group, though.
Logan’s dark eyes bore into mine, and I felt my heart flutter from the intensity of his dark gaze. After just a moment or two, Logan swallowed and nodded, but continued to sign.
I only caught a single word from his sentence, watch.
“Watch what?” I asked. Logan nodded, a nervous smile on his lips from my little understanding, and he lifted his laptop off the desk to flip it open and turn it on. He then stood up from his seat at the desk, walked around my side of the bed, and kicked off his shoes. I lifted an eyebrow, and my lips parted in surprise when Logan pulled the covers back to slide into where I was just lying as I read my book.
“What are you doing?” I asked, standing from my bed because his feet hit my butt underneath the covers. Logan bit his bottom lip and tapped on his laptop, before flipping it around so that I could see the screen.
He had pulled up the romantic comedy we were discussing earlier at Beck and Adam’s condo.
I kept my arms crossed and leaned my weight onto one hip, a look of disbelief on my face at how presumptuous he was being.
“Suddenly you’re interested in the movie?”
Logan shook his head, so I rolled my eyes at him. He then snapped his fingers at me to regain my attention when I glanced away, and he started signing. He signed slower, mouthing his words for me clearly.
I want to watch with you, he said.
“Why?”
Logan frowned at me, then he turned the laptop back around and started typing away on it, a determined pinch in his brow as he studied the screen.
I stood there, hip popped, arms folded, waiting.
Eventually, he finished typing and sat up, reaching out for me with his hand. I stared at it for a moment, my heart racing at the thought of Logan’s hands on me. It was something I had fantasized about quite often, especially after our last call. But we hadn’t actually intentionally touched each other yet.
I met his eyes once more, a look in them that seemed both challenging and pleading at the same time. Eventually, I released an exaggerated sigh and placed my hand in his, letting him pull me towards him on the bed. He scooted over, giving me room to slide in next to him and to get my legs under the covers before he handed me his laptop. The notes app was open, and he had typed his response instead of trying to sign.
I fucked up earlier. At first, I thought we were just bickering, going back and forth. It was insensitive of me to brush off your arguments and feelings so quickly. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or make you think that I didn’t care about your opinion.
I do value your opinion.
Probably more than anyone else in that room.
I glanced up at him, his face turned down towards me as his eyes bounced between me and the words he typed out. Was he holding his breath? Our arms brushed against each other as I gripped the laptop and adjusted my seat in my bed to get more comfortable.
Ignoring the warmth seeping into my skin from the accidental arm brush, I started typing my response to him.
I’m sorry for getting so upset.
I think I can be a little sensitive sometimes.
Logan made a rumbling sound, his hand instinctively coming up to rub at his neck over his scars before that hand lifted and covered his mouth to hide a smile. He also looked away from me, as if that would help hide the humor he found in my response.
I raised both of my eyebrows at him, “Do you think that’s funny?”
Logan nodded behind his hand before his dark eyes landed on me, his hand dropping to reveal the smallest upturn in his lips.
“Okay, well, sorry for breathing,” I felt my own lips twitching at how obvious my sensitive feelings were before I shrugged and handed the laptop back to Logan. He quickly set the laptop down and reached a hand up to cup my jaw, the contact making my breath catch.
Gently, so gently, Logan used his hand on me to ensure my face was tilted towards his. Our eyes met in a clash that made my pulse start to race.
I’m sorry, Logan mouthed, Forgive me?
He looked so serious. He had apologized a number of times already, which was more than I had ever heard a man apologize for anything, ever. He showed up at my house late at night because I wouldn’t respond to his texts. He patiently tried to communicate his words to me the best way he knew how.
“I forgive you.” I smiled, the tug of my cheek pulling against his thumb that gently brushed back and forth across my skin, “…Almost.”
His thumb halted, and Logan’s dark eyebrows lowered a little in concern at my response. I swallowed a lump in my throat, and I could feel the heaviness of my eyelids start to drop as I found myself focusing on Logan’s lips that were slightly turned down.
“What I mean is,” I cleared my throat again, my tongue coming out to taste my own bottom lip before I met his gaze, “If you felt the need to make it up to me in other ways, I wouldn’t object.”
Yup.
I had just made a pass at Logan.
I had gone from mad and irritated at him, to wanting to get into his pants. Within minutes. Because I was a pathetic woman and had no self-respect, apparently.
Logan’s eyes dipped to my lips as well, and my heart skipped a beat when his thumb moved to barely trace over my bottom one. A shuttered breath left my lungs, and his dark eyes lifted to meet mine.
Logan leaned down towards me, and I held my breath. He held eye contact with me as he came closer, waiting for me to either give permission or not. I held still, so still that he was a hair away from my lips. His face was blurry; it was so close.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I tilted my head up and pressed my lips against his.
My heart stopped.
…and then immediately took off again.
It was gentle, a get-to-know-you kiss. Logan’s grip on my jaw kept me in place as he brushed his warm lips across mine. Nothing urgent, nothing heavy, but just enough for me to distinctively remind myself that I needed to keep breathing. A minute of gentle lip presses passed and, finally, he pulled away an inch or two to look at me.
We blinked at each other, and the fact that I could barely make out the difference between his pupils and his dark brown irises gave me just the tiniest bit of confidence to breathe my next request. “More.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Both of Logan’s hands came to cup my face as his lips slammed against mine. I gasped against him, my arms sliding up to wrap around his neck and my fingers scraping until they tangled themselves in his dark curls.
I swore I felt Logan’s lips pull back into a smile for the quickest second before he invaded my mouth with his tongue.
I groaned against it, the feel of his tongue sliding against mine in the slowest, most sexual passes made my skin heat. I gripped fistfuls of his hair as I tried to get closer, and he responded by lowering his hands to grip my waist, before pulling me over to his lap.
I was now straddling Logan’s lap.
Repeat, I was now straddlingLogan’slap.
“Of course, you’re an amazing kisser,” I gasped against his mouth quickly to catch my breath. I was only able to get a couple of lungfuls of air before he took my lips with his again. His deep rumble against my chest sent a buzz of electricity through my core, and I found myself shifting in his lap on instinct.
His hands gripped my hips tight, before they skimmed down my thighs, then back up around towards my ass. Before his hands could get their fill, they stopped right when his fingertips pressed into the swell of muscle.
He pulled away from me, his eyes meeting mine in a question.
Oh, this was how he asked for consent.
“Yes.” I shifted in his lap, an attempt at wiggling my butt enticingly.
Logan lifted a dark eyebrow, his face not convinced. I pictured him asking something like, Are you sure?
“Logan,” I released my grip on his hair and pressed my forehead to his, my hands sliding down his muscular arms until my fingers laced over his, guiding his hands to grip my flesh, “Grab my ass. Grab whatever you want. If I’m not into it, I’ll say so.”
Logan released a staggered breath as he squeezed the globes of my muscles of his own accord, and while he was busy playing with my ass, I allowed my hands the opportunity to slowly smooth their way back up his arms. The number of divots and muscles and tendons he had in each was wildly impressive and made my own arms feel 2D in comparison. I stopped when my hand reached his bicep, and I stared at how much paler my hand looked over his tanned skin.
I then glanced up to meet his dark gaze, and a wildly bold sentence blurted out of my lips before I could stop it. “You look so good underneath me.”
Logan blinked at me in surprise, and I felt all the blood on my face drain as horror and humiliation washed over me at my stupid ass statement.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I let go of his arms and covered my face with my hands. Good god, Lo, how much erotica have you been reading?
Logan kept one hand on my ass while the other slid up my back, hiking underneath my sleep tank, his lips tracing themselves near my ear.
Was I sweating?
I was such a dumbass.
I fell forward and hid my face and hands in his neck, mildly aware of the scars on his skin, and how the rough texture of them felt against the back of my hands.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” I repeated the apology several times. “I don’t know why I said that. You’re just so handsome, and I’m not usually this focused on looks, but I saw my hand on your arm, and I didn’t mean—” Logan had released his grip on my ass to wrap his fingers around the back of my neck, pulling me out of his shoulder just enough for his lips to slam back on mine again.
I was still embarrassed and mortified, but his kisses were so drugging that my head started spinning, and I was forgetting why I was so embarrassed after a few gasping passes of his tongue.
Finally, he tugged my neck back so that he could look at me. His lips were swollen and wet from our kisses, and his eyes looked like he was drugged. They were heavy and dark, and the way he licked his lips as he caught my gaze, made my heart skip.
“I’m sorry—” Logan shook his head once, making me snap my mouth shut.
It’s okay, Logan mouthed to me, he pulled his hand out from under the back of my tank as his lips quirked to the side, and then he blinked and I swore I could see a lightbulb light up in his head, Actually, no. Logan shook his head and lifted his hands in between us, slowly signing and mouthing his words to me, If you’re sorry, make it up to me.
I blinked.
He was trying to make a game. A sexy, super thrilling game I had every intention of participating in. He wasn’t scared off by my unsolicited dirty talk.
“Yes,” I nodded, my hands gripping the hem of his shirt, “I should. Definitely. How would you like me to do that?”
Logan smirked, pressed his lips firmly against mine, and pulled back just enough to grip my waist and twist me down so that I was laying on my back next to where he was sitting. He slid down under the covers more, resting his weight on one arm as his body hovered over mine and his hand slid up the front of my shirt. I gasped and pressed my thighs together at the suddenly filthy images I had of Logan hovering over me like this.
Logan’s hand paused, his fingertips barely brushing the bottom swells of my breasts, his eyes on mine as he waited for me to give him confirmation that this new position was okay. I grabbed his wrist and helped him continue his slide, his large palm covering almost the entirety of my breast.
“Just so we’re clear,” I gasped as his thumb brushed across the stiff peak of my nipple, “I’m totally down for a home run tonight if you are.”
Logan paused and gave me a confused look, making me gulp as I used my grip on his hand to encourage him to keep going. “Meaning…I have no intention of stopping anything. I have condoms in my nightstand drawer.”
If Logan’s eyes were dark before, now they were black pits as he struggled to take a deep breath. His gaze bounced between my face, and where his hand was hiding underneath my tank top. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so he could see how his ministrations affected me based on the show my untouched breast gave him through the cotton.
I arched my back and released Logan’s wrist, using my hands to pull my tank top over my head and tossing it carelessly somewhere else in the room before I tucked my thumbs in the waistband of my sleep shorts, and started to pull them down. My legs were still under the covers, so Logan lifted them out of the way for me to toss my shorts to the side. He sat up just a little as I laid down on my back again, and he scraped a hand down his face as a deep rumbly sound came from his chest, his eyes closing as if he was struggling with restraint.
“Don’t hold back on my account, please,” I whispered, removing his hand from his face, and bringing it back to my stomach. He let me guide his rough, calloused hand again. I slowly slid it up my rib cage, barely over my other breast in the slowest pass that made me gasp. I didn’t stop there, and I loved how Logan’s eyes were purely focused on the path his hand traveled on my body as it made its way up towards my collarbone, slowly up my neck, and halting as I encouraged his fingers to gently squeeze the sides.
Logan lost control. He pulled his hand away, a movement that made me whimper from the loss of his touch, only to gasp in delight as Logan pulled on the back collar of his shirt and ripped it over his head.
He didn’t give me a chance to admire him, instead, he launched toward me. His mouth immediately found mine for the briefest moment, his hands unable to find a place to settle on my skin. Shoulders, neck, chest, stomach, hips, chest, breasts, neck.
I immediately reached down to undo the button of his jeans between us, and he paused his exploration with his hands to settle them on the mattress on either side of my shoulders so that he could lift his hips and help me tug his jeans down. He then awkwardly kicked them off the rest of the way, letting them get lost underneath the covers of the bed.
“Holy shit,” I gasped when my hand cupped him through his boxer briefs. And the longer my hand had to slide down to reach the tip of him, the more shocked my expression was. The dirty smile Logan gave me when I finally reached the end of him was mind-numbing. This was the hottest I had felt with another person in a very long time. I was so turned on by touching him and being trapped under his weight, that I was certain only a few perfectly placed grinds of his hips would set me off.
“I mean,” I lifted a shoulder as my hand gripped him through his boxers and started making leisurely passes, “I’m willing to try if you are.” I used my free hand to reach over and open up my side table, patting around chaotically until I found what I was looking for. A silver foil pinched in between my fingers, and I handed it to Logan.
He took it, then tossed it on the bed beside us.
“Um—?” I didn’t finish that thought because Logan started sliding down my body. “Oh god, oh god.” I dug the heels of my palms into my eyes at the feel of Logan’s hands wrapping themselves around my thighs, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses on my skin as he passed between my breasts, my belly button, lower, lower, lower.
“Wait, shouldn’t I be making it up to you?” I gasped, sitting up just enough to see the almost comical image of Logan almost completely hidden underneath my comforter, his head only peeking out enough to lift and make eye contact with me. He didn’t stop his travels, instead, he kept his eyes locked on mine as he used his hands to skim over my skin, toying with the edge of my plain cotton underwear.
I gasped as his thumb barely brushed me, my breathing short and heavy and overall embarrassing.
I was hyper-focused on him, which was probably the only reason I was able to register Logan’s nod of approval before he mouthed the words, you are, to me. I blinked, then gasped again when he roughly tugged my panties out of his way and lowered his head to devour me.
That was the only way to describe it.
I couldn’t focus on what exactly his lips and tongue were doing to me, only that it made me feel dizzy, and I could feel the invisible string tightening inside of me at a shocking rate. I immediately fisted the sheets next to my hips, biting my bottom lip in an attempt to smother the embarrassing sounds I made so as not to alarm anyone else in the house.
Before I could inhale my next breath, I was coming.
My back arched off of the bed, and Logan’s grip on my upper thighs kept me in place as he continued to eat me out. He never stopped what he was doing, not when I went silent as warm waves of heat unfurled from my core and spread through the entirety of my body, waves and waves of pure bliss coursing through all the way to my fingertips.
After an agonizing and euphoric amount of time, my body flattened on the bed again, and I was gasping for air.
Logan lifted his head from between my legs, his lips shining as his eyes sparkled. He kissed the juncture between my leg and hip, gently wiping his mouth off before he crawled back up toward me.
“I can’t, I can’t,” Logan tilted his head to the side as he lifted his hand to brush some of my hair away from my face. I was sweaty, and the fine strands stuck to my forehead until his calloused fingers brushed them out of the way. He tilted his head as he looked down at me, amused but questioning. I inhaled another lungful of air, before gently exhaling through my nose. “How did you do that?”
Logan’s shoulders shook with silent laughter as he bit his bottom lip, his dark eyes skimming all over my face as he lowered his head to my neck to leave more kisses against my skin.
“That was—wow—I’ve never come that fast,” I breathed. Logan’s teeth gently bit my collarbone, and I shivered from the contact. I patted around until I found the foil square he tossed aside and held it up to Logan’s face once he was done making out with my neck and shoulders.
He gently bit the corner of the foil in between his teeth, firm enough for me to be able to rip the package open. I smirked as I pulled the condom out, tossed the wrapper aside, and snuck both of my hands down toward his boxers. Before I could do it, he quickly rolled to the side to shuck his shorts down his legs, leaving him completely bare whereas I still technically wore my panties.
“Here,” I rolled the condom onto him, blinking at the massive erection as it bounced against my thigh. I then shimmied out of my underwear, leaving us both completely naked.
Before I could swing one leg over him, his rough hand grabbed my shoulder to keep me on my back, his body caging mine in a way I had specifically pictured in my DIY time.
“Why are you so hot?” I asked, my voice sounding a little too pathetic to my own ears as I traced my hands over his massive shoulders, and his hard chest. He was ripped. He was a professional athlete, and it showed. No tattoos of any kind on his skin, just the light pink scarring on the upper half of his body, neck, and face. I found myself gently tracing the largest scar up his pec before I looked up to see him studying me. His dark eyes were heavy, and his lush lips were only parted a hair.
“If you’re not inside me in the next minute,” I whispered, reaching down to guide him toward where I wanted him, “I will cry.”
Logan smirked and shook his head, lowering himself on his elbows as he followed the movement of my hand to push forward.
Shit, this was going to take some effort.
“Go slow,” I breathed as he started to push in. I gasped and held my breath before I watched him stiffen and halt his movement. I didn’t want that. I shook my head at him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, canting my hips to encourage him to continue.
“Actually,” I gasped as he kept going, “Maybe you should rip the band-aid off.” Logan’s brow furrowed, and I barely noticed a hint of sweat starting to coat his brow. “Yeah, yeah I think you should just go for it.”
He frowned a little and shook his head.
“Please,” I whimpered, whimpered, something I never thought I would do in front of this man mere weeks ago, “I want it. I want you. Please give it to me.” I canted my hips again, encouraging him to go deeper, and gasping at the stretch. It was unreal how full I felt, and yet I knew he wasn’t all the way in yet.
Logan shifted one of his hands to cradle itself around the back of my neck, encouraging me to focus on his face instead of the pleasurable pain I felt from him.
“Yes,” I spoke, “Yes. Please. Do it.”
Logan lowered his head to capture my lips in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. As soon as I slid my tongue past his lips, he slammed his hips against mine.
I cried out. Thankfully, it was slightly smothered with his mouth over mine, but the shock of his invasion made my whole body stiffen around him. He didn’t move, instead, he just continued to kiss me, kiss me, and kiss me. Languid, sensual kisses that made my brain feel foggy, that made warmth pool in my lower belly and relax my muscles that were desperately clenching around him.
It wasn’t until Logan could feel the muscles in my body relax, loosening its death grip on him, that he separated our lips and let my head fall back enough to tell him, “Move.”
He did. Slow, deep thrusts. They were designed to see how I would react; if I needed him to stop or slow down again. I tried to convey with my body language that I wanted him to keep going because I was feeling a delicious burn from it and I was almost desperate to see where this ended.
I hadn’t been this stretched out and lubricated with penetrative sex in a very, very long time.
I didn’t realize I had closed my eyes; I think that happened during the kisses, but I opened them to see Logan lift his head from where he had settled it in between my shoulder and neck to look at me.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped against one of his thrusts, and Logan’s brow pinched at my apology. He halted his last thrust, but I tried to meet his movements. “I was wrong.”
His confusion didn’t leave his face, but he listened to my body language and continued to move deep inside me. His confidence in his invasion of me slowly grew the more I encouraged him.
“You don’t remember?” I asked, loving how he was so clearly confused and had no idea what I was talking about. Logan shook his head in the negative, his eyes rolling in the back of his head when he hit a spot just right inside of me that made me flutter once around him.
“I think it was last year,” I was whispering now, his momentum speeding up a little. “I said, ‘sorry about your penis’.” At that, Logan’s grin spread wide across his cheeks as he lowered his head onto my shoulder and huffed out some choked and strained laughter. I giggled with him as he paused his movement to regain his composure, rubbing his back and shoulder muscles with my hands.
“I was so wrong,” I continued, “You weren’t overcompensating for anything. In fact, I think you need a bigger truck.”
Logan shook his head against my shoulder as he thrust hard, almost in some sort of retaliation for the teasing. I gasped, and he responded accordingly. Suddenly, he wasn’t holding back anymore. He was more confident, or at least, more confident in what I could take. His thrust turned a little more aggressive, and my body loved it. It looked like he was losing control, his body responding on instinct as he fucked me into my mattress.
I finally released my grip on his shoulders as I planted my hands flat against my headboard above my head, my back arching the slightest bit. Logan shifted just enough to put his weight on one arm while his other hand gripped my waist tight, holding me in place as he continued to take me.
His breathing was short, labored, and made my body burn.
This newer angle he was hitting me with made my eyes widen. “Oh god, oh god.” Logan made eye contact with me as he continued to hold the position, and continued to thrust at exactly the momentum and energy that suddenly made me religious. “Oh god. Fuck. Fuck-fuck-fuck.”
He smirked as he eyeballed my chest, I was positive that my breasts were giving him a wonderful show as he impaled me like this.
“Shit!”
Fireworks erupted out of me. That was the only logical explanation for the type of orgasm I had. It was rising like slowly climbing to the top of the roller coaster, only instead of dropping on the other side of the tracks, the cart just blasted off into the atmosphere, grazing past the heat of the sun.
I felt it everywhere, in every muscle of my body.
I saw stars. I saw the heavens. I was pretty sure I saw some type of deity too, but all too soon I was falling from the high, gently gliding back down to earth as my muscles started to loosen one by one.
It wasn’t until I had finally regained my senses (and vision) that I felt Logan’s large body collapse on top of me, his arms wrapping themselves around me as he ground his hips one last time and pulsed erratically inside me.
“Oh, oh,” I whimpered in his ear because somehow his orgasm was creating aftershocks for me. Smaller, delicious little flutters that made my eyes roll. I was gasping for air, partially because I had a massive man crushing me to his chest, but also because my body just got the workout of a lifetime.
And I didn’t even have to lift a finger, just like he had said before.
Finally, Logan shifted as he slid out of me, making a disappointed sound erupt from the back of my throat before he rolled us so that he was now on his back and I was tucked into his side. His large arms were still around me as his face nuzzled in my hair. I wrapped my arms around his waist, swung my leg over one of his, and snuggled in.
Within seconds, I was asleep.