Thirteen

Genevieve's POV

I woke up to fingers stroking my hair in a soothing familiar fashion.

Jamie. He was the only man I knew who would be stuck in bed with a hot blooded woman and would still make sure her hair looked good.

And that she felt good.

I had to admit, the feel of his hands in my hair made me tingly all over. Every single part. My nipples were stimulated, pointy and declaring they needed attention. I waited, waited for Jamie to notice them and to clasp his mouth around them like Thorn had. Like Thorn would.

Nothing happened. Cool air whipped at the hardened nipples taunting me for hoping too much.

This was Jamie for goodness sake.

My eyes opened to see him staring down at me, a sated grin on his face. His baby blue eyes twinkled as if there was nothing much more beautiful than me. Then I was.

It felt amazing.

But it wasn't enough. Why couldn't Jamie understand?

"Hello my little demon," he whispered, leaning down to kiss me.

"Hello baby," I muttered, closin