He’d promised to be respectful, and he had no intention of reneging, however, it wasn’t his fault if Kate’s definition varied from his.
With a kiss goodbye to his inner boy scout, he shuffled forward, breathing in her floral scent as he approached. He curved his body into hers, thigh to thigh, her back to his chest.
There was nothing disrespectful about spooning. They both had clothes on, there was no sexual interest. Well fine, his hardening cock disagreed, but he had the big man under control. He just wanted to be close to her. To appreciate her delicate skin and the soft curves of her body.
Once she woke, he would blame his proximity on his movements during sleep. Until then, he would nuzzle the back of her neck and hope to hell he received another opportunity to be this close to her. Respectfully, of course.
* * *
Alana gradually woke from a deep sleep, climbing layer upon layer of drowsiness until consciousness greeted her. A delicious warmth coaxed her back into slumber, but her pillow was hard as stone and made her jaw ache.
She blinked open her eyes to bright light and blurred vision. Panic stole her breath. She couldn’t see. Why couldn’t she see? She pushed from the hardness below her, blinking in quick succession to alleviate the dryness while her heartbeat thundered in her chest.
“Sweetheart, it’s OK.”
Large hands gripped her wrists.
“It’s Mitch.”
Her heart stuttered, and then slowed as the memories of yesterday began to clear.
Mitchell Davies.
Shattered glass.
Warm breath and sweetly whispered words.
She squinted at where her hands rested. Oh. No. She’d mauled his chest.
“Human pillow, at your service.”
She groaned and jerked away, wanting to dive under the covers to hide the heat warming her cheeks.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Strong arms encased her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
Another groan escaped as she rested her face on his hard pecs, again. “I bet I’m making a lasting impression.”
His chest convulsed with laughter. “I didn’t mind the cuddling. I wasn’t a fan of the drool though.”
A gasp burst from her lips and she sat up straight. “No way.” There would be a lot of comfort food in her near future if she’d drooled all over the chest of a celebrity.
His laughter grew. “I’m joking…I’m joking. You should see the expression on your face.”
Alana whacked him, hard, and smiled when his mirth died with an “umph”. The next second, she was on her back, his body on top of her, his thighs straddling one of hers. His weight made her breath catch, not because he was too heavy, because he was too delicious. Too damn inviting. Strong and powerful, yet gentle in the way he clasped her wrists above her head.
She wanted to grind into him, to get the slightest friction on the parts of her body that craved attention. The desire to see if a man could bring her pleasure made her ache.
“That wasn’t nice,” he growled, and her nipples tightened in response.
His face was a blur of color, a mix of light and dark which confused her, so she closed her eyes and pictured him the way she remembered. His hazel eyes filled her mind, his shoulder length hair falling down to frame his cheeks.
“You shouldn’t tease the blind girl.”
Something soft grazed her skin, then something rough. His cheek? His stubble?
“How bout I make it up to you?” he whispered in her ear.
She opened her mouth, but excitement stole her reply. Unfortunately, her stomach had no problems with being vocal. It started out as a low grumbled and turned into the call of the wild.
“Holy shit. Did you swallow a lion?”
She let out a sob and turned her head away.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and placed a kiss at the base of her neck. “No more teasing the gorgeous blind chick.”
Alana swallowed down the burst of pleasure threatening to explode inside her. He was seducing her. This thing between them wasn’t about love or emotion or commitment. It was about
With a kiss goodbye to his inner boy scout, he shuffled forward, breathing in her floral scent as he approached. He curved his body into hers, thigh to thigh, her back to his chest.
There was nothing disrespectful about spooning. They both had clothes on, there was no sexual interest. Well fine, his hardening cock disagreed, but he had the big man under control. He just wanted to be close to her. To appreciate her delicate skin and the soft curves of her body.
Once she woke, he would blame his proximity on his movements during sleep. Until then, he would nuzzle the back of her neck and hope to hell he received another opportunity to be this close to her. Respectfully, of course.
* * *
Alana gradually woke from a deep sleep, climbing layer upon layer of drowsiness until consciousness greeted her. A delicious warmth coaxed her back into slumber, but her pillow was hard as stone and made her jaw ache.
She blinked open her eyes to bright light and blurred vision. Panic stole her breath. She couldn’t see. Why couldn’t she see? She pushed from the hardness below her, blinking in quick succession to alleviate the dryness while her heartbeat thundered in her chest.
“Sweetheart, it’s OK.”
Large hands gripped her wrists.
“It’s Mitch.”
Her heart stuttered, and then slowed as the memories of yesterday began to clear.
Mitchell Davies.
Shattered glass.
Warm breath and sweetly whispered words.
She squinted at where her hands rested. Oh. No. She’d mauled his chest.
“Human pillow, at your service.”
She groaned and jerked away, wanting to dive under the covers to hide the heat warming her cheeks.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Strong arms encased her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
Another groan escaped as she rested her face on his hard pecs, again. “I bet I’m making a lasting impression.”
His chest convulsed with laughter. “I didn’t mind the cuddling. I wasn’t a fan of the drool though.”
A gasp burst from her lips and she sat up straight. “No way.” There would be a lot of comfort food in her near future if she’d drooled all over the chest of a celebrity.
His laughter grew. “I’m joking…I’m joking. You should see the expression on your face.”
Alana whacked him, hard, and smiled when his mirth died with an “umph”. The next second, she was on her back, his body on top of her, his thighs straddling one of hers. His weight made her breath catch, not because he was too heavy, because he was too delicious. Too damn inviting. Strong and powerful, yet gentle in the way he clasped her wrists above her head.
She wanted to grind into him, to get the slightest friction on the parts of her body that craved attention. The desire to see if a man could bring her pleasure made her ache.
“That wasn’t nice,” he growled, and her nipples tightened in response.
His face was a blur of color, a mix of light and dark which confused her, so she closed her eyes and pictured him the way she remembered. His hazel eyes filled her mind, his shoulder length hair falling down to frame his cheeks.
“You shouldn’t tease the blind girl.”
Something soft grazed her skin, then something rough. His cheek? His stubble?
“How bout I make it up to you?” he whispered in her ear.
She opened her mouth, but excitement stole her reply. Unfortunately, her stomach had no problems with being vocal. It started out as a low grumbled and turned into the call of the wild.
“Holy shit. Did you swallow a lion?”
She let out a sob and turned her head away.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and placed a kiss at the base of her neck. “No more teasing the gorgeous blind chick.”
Alana swallowed down the burst of pleasure threatening to explode inside her. He was seducing her. This thing between them wasn’t about love or emotion or commitment. It was about
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