Page 67 of Things We Hide from the Light
“Yet. But seems like you’ve given her a lot of thought.”
The dip of the mattress under his weight did something funny to my heart. So did the weary look on his handsome face when he turned his head to look at me.
Piper snuggled closer to him and rested her head on his injured shoulder. I was not the swooning type. But if I was, I would have melted into a puddle on that mattress.
“Maybe I used to,” he said finally. “But right now, all I can think about is goin’ to sleep and waking up next to you.”
“Don’t be sweet. This is a platonic arrangement,” I reminded him.
“Then I won’t tell you how much I like seein’ you in my shirt in my bed.”
“Shut up and go to sleep, Nash.”
“Night, Angel.”
“Night, hotshot.”
Piper let out a whiny little yip.
I grinned and gave her a pat. “Good night to you too, Piper.”
Nash reached out and turned off the lamp on the nightstand, plunging the room into darkness.
Somehow this was worse. Now instead of seeing him mostly naked and adorably snuggled up to a dog, my senses were dialed in to pick up on every breath, every shift of his body.
In the dark, he reached for me, his hand linking with mine on top of the covers.
Yep. There would be no sleep for me tonight.
I was jerkedawake from an absolutely delicious sex dream by something. Something warm and hard.
My eyelids flew open so fast I worried I’d sprained them. I found a strong, male arm snaked around my waist, up my torso, and under my shirt where the attached strong, male hand gripped my bare breast.
Nash.
I was about to demand he unhand me when his body went rigid against mine. Like he was bracing to meet a threat. The hand on my breast tightened and I realized that I wasn’t mad. I was turned on.
The tension drained out of him just as suddenly as it had appeared and when his hips gave a little involuntary buck, I realized why I was feeling like Lady Horndog of the Northern Virginia Horndogs.
My back, every inch of it, was glued to Nash’s front. My heels were against his shins. The backs of my thighs rested flush against his quads. The useless T-shirt barrier was gathered around my waist, leaving my entire downtown exposed. I was also pretty sure he had his face buried in my hair.
Last but definitely not least, there was another warm, rigid, male appendage making itself known against my naked rear end. Wait. One quick Kegel check and I realized my situation was far more dangerous. Said appendage had tunneled its way between the apex of my thighs.
My lady parts were in full-blown throb. Nash’s extraordinary hard-on was nuzzledright up against me. As in his shaft had parted the lips of my sex and the tip rested just beneath my needy, needy clitoris. One of us was very, very wet.
What the hell had happened to his underwear? Had his penis just hulked its way to freedom?
I needed to move, but I couldn’t decide between wriggling away or rolling over, mounting him, and putting myself out of my misery.
No sex. No snuggling, I reminded myself. He’d been through a lot and damn it, I was turning over a new leaf. Besides,Nashwas the one who’d broken our bargain. He’d crossed the center line of the mattress and… Oh shit.
Iwas onhisside.Ihadmyarms locked around the one against my chest. He couldn’t have dragged me across the bed. Manhandling would have woken me and I would have at least elbowed him in the face.
Oh God.
Had I flailed my way over here? Had I put my ownasson Nash’scrotchin mysleep?
This was very, very, very bad.
