right I flipped it over her,
tucking her in. Shucking my clothes I slipped under the sheet in my boxers to
lie down next to her. My gaze traveled over her softened features: thick dark
red lashes fanned out on her flushed, apple freckled cheeks; petite lightly
speckled nose; lush, pouty pink lips; creamy, unblemished skin. God, she was
beautiful, and vibrant even at rest.
“Hey Shaw?”
“Yeah.” Her voice was whisper soft.
“Will you help us find the person whose stealing?”
“Sure. Sounds like fun.” Turning her head she yawned into the
bedding.
It was taking everything in me not to drag her against me and
spoon her, but she was too out of it to consent. I wonder if it would be too
pervy to jack off next to her…yeah, probably. Instead I twirled one of her
burgundy curls around my finger.
Shaw was a bit of a riddle. At times I was positive she wanted me
like I wanted her, but then I would find her staring at me with confusion and
hostility. It didn’t seem like a personal dislike though; more of a general
aversion. It was like she was trying so hard to go one way when she in fact
wanted to go another. Did she know what she wanted?
I knew what I wanted. It had only taken a couple of minutes back
in Shaw’s orbit to bring back the burning intensity I’d felt for her months
ago. There was no way I was taking ‘no’ for an answer this time. She was going to
be mine.
CHAPTER
THREE
SHAW
Oh god, my head and stomach hurt…And my mouth felt like something
had died and decomposed to dust in it…And something was squashing me, as well
as making me suffocatingly hot. I was cocooned in clothes, a blanket, and
whatever the hell was squashing me.
“I’m dying.” I groaned trying to wiggle out of the bed.
“Have a hangover do you?” A voice behind me asked huskily.
I froze. What the hell was Evan doing in the bed with me…on me? I
was in my clothes so it was nothing sexual. Wait…it was coming back to me. He’d
brought me to bed. Then he’d probably crashed in here with me since there
weren’t that many places to sleep. I could handle that. No biggie.
But my temperature shot up even hotter.
I wiggled harder. “Not that bad, but I’m roasting alive in these
clothes, the blanket, and you surrounding me. Let me out.” I growled in
desperation. The need to get away from him wasn’t just because I was hot, it
was everything about him.
Thankfully he moved and I was able to scramble away. I made the
mistake of turning around and found him spread out on the bed in just his
boxers with another erection tenting the material.
Holy freaking cow, that thing looked big. Desire shot through me
and I had to clench my thighs at the startling intensity of it.
“Does that thing ever go down?” I felt myself blushing…because it
was the natural enemy of a red head…but I was able to keep my tone disgusted…I
think.
Smirking with heavy lidded drowsy eyes, not appearing embarrassed
at all, Evan tucked his hands behind his head…which made his chest and stomach
muscles tighten and look awesome. “This is down.” One of his eyebrows arched
smug amusement.
His amber gaze moved over me, from head to toe, his expression hot
and intense, and I swear I could feel my body temperature rising even more. The
man made
tucking her in. Shucking my clothes I slipped under the sheet in my boxers to
lie down next to her. My gaze traveled over her softened features: thick dark
red lashes fanned out on her flushed, apple freckled cheeks; petite lightly
speckled nose; lush, pouty pink lips; creamy, unblemished skin. God, she was
beautiful, and vibrant even at rest.
“Hey Shaw?”
“Yeah.” Her voice was whisper soft.
“Will you help us find the person whose stealing?”
“Sure. Sounds like fun.” Turning her head she yawned into the
bedding.
It was taking everything in me not to drag her against me and
spoon her, but she was too out of it to consent. I wonder if it would be too
pervy to jack off next to her…yeah, probably. Instead I twirled one of her
burgundy curls around my finger.
Shaw was a bit of a riddle. At times I was positive she wanted me
like I wanted her, but then I would find her staring at me with confusion and
hostility. It didn’t seem like a personal dislike though; more of a general
aversion. It was like she was trying so hard to go one way when she in fact
wanted to go another. Did she know what she wanted?
I knew what I wanted. It had only taken a couple of minutes back
in Shaw’s orbit to bring back the burning intensity I’d felt for her months
ago. There was no way I was taking ‘no’ for an answer this time. She was going to
be mine.
CHAPTER
THREE
SHAW
Oh god, my head and stomach hurt…And my mouth felt like something
had died and decomposed to dust in it…And something was squashing me, as well
as making me suffocatingly hot. I was cocooned in clothes, a blanket, and
whatever the hell was squashing me.
“I’m dying.” I groaned trying to wiggle out of the bed.
“Have a hangover do you?” A voice behind me asked huskily.
I froze. What the hell was Evan doing in the bed with me…on me? I
was in my clothes so it was nothing sexual. Wait…it was coming back to me. He’d
brought me to bed. Then he’d probably crashed in here with me since there
weren’t that many places to sleep. I could handle that. No biggie.
But my temperature shot up even hotter.
I wiggled harder. “Not that bad, but I’m roasting alive in these
clothes, the blanket, and you surrounding me. Let me out.” I growled in
desperation. The need to get away from him wasn’t just because I was hot, it
was everything about him.
Thankfully he moved and I was able to scramble away. I made the
mistake of turning around and found him spread out on the bed in just his
boxers with another erection tenting the material.
Holy freaking cow, that thing looked big. Desire shot through me
and I had to clench my thighs at the startling intensity of it.
“Does that thing ever go down?” I felt myself blushing…because it
was the natural enemy of a red head…but I was able to keep my tone disgusted…I
think.
Smirking with heavy lidded drowsy eyes, not appearing embarrassed
at all, Evan tucked his hands behind his head…which made his chest and stomach
muscles tighten and look awesome. “This is down.” One of his eyebrows arched
smug amusement.
His amber gaze moved over me, from head to toe, his expression hot
and intense, and I swear I could feel my body temperature rising even more. The
man made
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