Alex watched Cat sleep. He lay over his side on the plush, comfortable couch with her soft breasts covered in a thin, black tank top pressed against his chest. Her luscious mouth rested near his neck where he could feel Cat's every breath flutter and settle over his skin. Making the torture complete, Alex shifted a little so that her hips encased in a silky-soft, black material nestled against his straining erection. He was a bastard for doing it, he knew that.
She needed comfort, not a horny asshole trying to take advantage. But dammit, he needed comfort too.
