Free Experimenting With Ed by Katie Allen Page B

briefs were fairly snug, creating an interesting outline in his crotch. Claire watched as he bent to pick up his pants. Shaking them out, he walked over to a chair next to the door and tossed them over the back.
    All urge to sleep was gone, replaced by fascination and desire. Her mouth suddenly dry, she swallowed as Ed approached the bed. He lifted the covers and slid in next to her. Although he didn’t touch her, she could feel the heat of him along the whole length of her body.
    She waited for him to pull her against him but he lay still. Biting her lip, Claire called herself all kinds of idiot. After the way she’d freaked out on him in the kitchen, how did she expect him to behave? Right here, with a mostly naked Ed a few inches away from her, Claire didn’t care about super-smelling skills or crazy-strong muscles. She just wanted him to touch her and that didn’t appear to be happening.
    Unable to resist, she eased her hand toward him until her fingers bumped his. She explored his hand blindly, tracing the rough palm and the curl of his fingers. Except for an occasional twitch of reaction, Ed kept his hand unmoving, allowing her to do as she wished. Just as it had before, this excited her—this implied permission to do whatever she liked with him.
    Turning her palm against his, Claire laced their fingers together. Ed did move then, squeezing her hand. She rolled toward him, not able to stay away any longer. Her free hand flattened against his chest and she felt his groan vibrating through her fingers.
    His arm snaked beneath her and pulled her against him.
    Claire snorted a laugh. “My pillow was softer,” she told him, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
    “Sorry,” he grunted, turning as if to put her back where she was. Claire stretched an arm around his chest and clung.
    “I’m teasing,” she said as she hung on, refusing to be dislodged from his side. “I’m good here.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah.”

Chapter Six

    Claire woke in the exact position she was in when she’d fallen asleep. The only difference was the daylight streaming in the window. The events of the previous night and early morning seemed fuzzy and dreamlike, although the hard shoulder beneath her cheek and the broad hand on her ass were real enough.
    She squirmed a little as she realized her improvised nightshirt had ridden up and was now bunched high on her thighs— very high. While she was sleeping, his hand had worked its way beneath the t-shirt to her bare skin and her wiggle made his fingers tighten on her ass cheek.
    Lifting her head, she sneaked a quick peek at his face. He was wide-awake, looking stubbly and bed rumpled and delicious.
    Claire smiled. He looked—and felt—so good, so warm and comforting, she was embarrassed by her earlier fears. Sure, Ed was strong—really strong—and his senses were sharp, but it was silly to think he was some kind of…mutant superhero-ish being. The multiple shocks of the previous day must’ve knocked her brain loose or something.
    “Good morning.”
    “Morning,” he responded, giving her ass another squeeze. When she pushed back into his caress, his eyes narrowed. She loved that intent, hungry look he got when he was turned-on—when she turned him on. With an excited shiver, she lowered her head back to his shoulder.
    His fingers began to explore, sweeping across the globes of her ass and then delving between them. “Do your feet hurt?”
    “No,” she lied, not wanting his hand to stop its explorations.
    His grunt sounded like he didn’t believe her.
    “Okay,” she amended. “A little.” Claire immediately regretted admitting it when he released her and sat up, throwing the covers back. He pulled off her socks so he could examine the bottoms of her feet. “Ed, I’m fine.” When he ignored her protest, she flopped onto her back and let him look.
    “Should’ve stayed where I put you last night,” he grumbled.
    With a snort, she pushed herself up on an elbow. “Maybe you