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smooth sheet until the entire back side of her was pressed against him.
    She might have taken comfort in the fact that his hand had strayed away from her breast to press flat against her belly, except that it had snuck beneath the edge of her camisole and was pressing flat against her bare skin.
    And all of him was pressing hard against the back of her.
    She swallowed a squeak and scrabbled at his arm again. “Let go.”
    He mumbled something again, then his arm mercifully lightened up around her as he rolled back. “Geez, Dee. Can’t you let a guy sleep?”
    She scrambled out of the bed, dragging down the hem of her camisole with one hand and shoving back her tumbled hair with her other. The diamond ring on her finger felt heavy and wholly unfamiliar as it tangled in her hair.
    â€œDon’t geez me,” she countered, yanking her hand free. “What is wrong with you?”
    His hair was falling over his forehead and his angular jaw was heavily shadowed. Against the backdrop of the pristine, white bedding, he looked dark and dangerous and utterly, totally seductive. Particularly when he focused a heavy-lidded gaze on her face. The corner of his lips kicked up, adding to his devilish appeal. “Evidently, nothing.”
    Her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. She wasn’t naive enough to think that she, personally, had anything to do with that…well…what she’d felt pressing insistently against her backside. “Obviously, we’ll have to do something about, um, about this.”
    He lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”
    She flushed even harder. “Not that.”
    â€œThis. That.” His grin widened. “You’ve always been so good with descriptions, Dee, but right now you’re outdoing yourself.”
    She crossed her arms tightly, even though it was too late to hope that he hadn’t already taken in the rigid points of her nipples that she knew had to be plainly visible through the snug cotton knit of her cami. For heaven’s sake, he’d had his hand there! “I’m glad that you’re so amused by me. You know good and well I meant our sleeping arrangements.”
    He smiled outright, and annoyed as much with him as she was with her damnable weakness where he was concerned, she huffed and strode into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
    When she heard his laugh through the door, she would have locked it, too, if the thing had possessed one.
    Instead, she caught her reflection in the mirror over the sink.
    â€œYou are in trouble here,” she accused softly.
    â€œDid you say something?”
    She nearly jumped out of her skin. Drew’s voice was so clear she suspected he was standing right on the other side of the door. “No!”
    â€œSounded like you did.”
    She felt around the entire door handle and still found no lock. He wouldn’t walk in on her, would he?
    It seemed unfathomable.
    But then she never could have imagined that she’d wake up with his arms wrapped around her body, either.
    Well, no. That wasn’t strictly true, either. She could imagine it.
    But she just hadn’t really expected it to ever happen.
    â€œDeanna?”
    She swallowed and raked her hair back from her face. “I, um—” She cleared her throat and spoke a little more loudly. “I was just promising myself coffee soon.” She winced at the poor excuse. She didn’t even drink coffee.
    â€œO-kay.” He plainly didn’t believe her, but at least he didn’t make more of the matter than he already had. “I’m gonna go see if we slept right through breakfast.”
    â€œAll right.” She turned on the tap and water rushed into the sink, but she crept back to the door and listened against it. She felt like an idiot, but she didn’t relax the least bit until she heard the sound of the bedroom door creaking open and then closing again.
    She very nearly slid down the