“I don’t mind, Johnny,” I urged. “Honestly, I don’t.” “Well, I mind,” he shot back, pulling himself up on his elbows. “I’m not having sex with you and skulking out the door an hour later because your family will be home.” Groaning, he pressed a kiss to my lips and climbed off me. “You deserve better, and I’m not doing that to you.” Chest heaving, he walked over to my bedroom window and leaned against the sill. “When we sleep together, I want us to sleep together.” He looked over his shoulder, blue eyes blazing. “All night.”
