Page 13 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Hot damn.
I yawn despite myself, rubbing at my arms.
Damien watches me, then stretches, his smirk widening. “Time for bed, sweetheart. You’re with me.”
I blink. “What?”
He shrugs, standing and stretching some more, his shirt lifting just enough to reveal the deep V of his hips. “You heard me. My bed. You’re sleeping in it. With me.”
Morgan gives me an encouraging nod. “It’s the best option. The couch isn’t great, and Rhett barely sleeps as it is.”
I glance at Rhett, but he doesn’t argue. That alone is enough to make my stomach tighten. I should say no. I should insist on the couch, or the floor, or literally anywhere else. But no one’s arguing with Damien, not even Morgan or Rhett. And the worst part?
I don’t actually want to argue either.
“You’ll be safe, Damien may not look it, but he’s a good guy.” Morgan grins as Damien rolls his eyes.
Can I sleep in bed next to a strange man? Even if he does make my core tighten and gives me butterflies…
This is crazy.
But…what other choice do I have?
I hesitate for only a moment before exhaling. “Okay.”
Damien grins like the cat that got the cream. “Good girl.”
I swallow at his words, pushing images of him whispering that in the dark as his tongue laps at my core…
“Well,” Morgan stands, collecting plates. “Welcome to Ridgehaven, Aria. Hope you’re ready for an interesting stay.” His grin is easy, teasing—like he’s in on some private joke.
I smile, but it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. The way he says it makes me wonder if he means more than just the storm, and judging by the looks passing between these three mysterious men, I’m pretty sure he does.
Damien leadsme down the hall, opening the door to a surprisingly neat room. A massive bed takes up most of the space, the sheets dark and inviting.
Am I really doing this?
“Relax,” Damien murmurs as I hover near the door. “I won’t bite.” A slow, wicked grin. “Unless you want me to.”
I roll my eyes and look around, wondering what I’m supposed to wear to bed. All my clothes are in the car.
I’ll have to sleep fully clothed, I guess.
I hear a drawer opening, and I turn to see Damien tossing a large shirt onto the bed.
“You can wear that if you want.”
I suck in a breath, imagining my thick thighs exposed beside him in bed.
Oh god.
“Do you have any bottoms?” I ask in a small voice, and he frowns.
“I think mine will be too big for you.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “No, they won’t.”
“Okay,” Damien relents with a shrug, searching through the drawers. He pulls out some gray sweatpants, and I immediately imagine him wearing them.
