Page 84 of Things We Hide from the Light
But Piper was a lot furrier and much smaller than whatever my head was resting on. The alarm stopped and the growl turned to a yawn. A warm hand stroked up my outer thigh to my hip. Meanwhile, my inner thigh was cuddling the hell out of an erection.
“You’vegotto be kidding me,” I groaned.
“You jumped the fence, Angel,” Nash said, smug and sleepy.
I was lyingon topof the pillow I’d shoved between us. My head and hand rested on Nash’s broad chest. My leg was thrown across his…er…penile area.
“This is getting downright embarrassing,” I muttered.
I tried to pull away, to do the roll of shame back to my side of the bed. But his arms banded around me. With one quick tug, I was sprawled on top of him chest to chest, groin to groin.
Holy hallelujah hotness.
“Least my pants stayed on,” he said cheerfully.
“It’s not funny,” I groused. I wasnota cuddler, and no man, especially not one depending on me to be his emotional support whatever, was going to change that.
“Oh, honey, I agree. There’s nothing funny about where you’re sitting.” His hard-on twitched against me, causing my vagina to throw a temper tantrum at being denied by the shorts I’d insisted on wearing to bed.
I made a respectable attempt to get off him, but the ensuing flailing and friction only turned me on more.
Nash’s hands came to my hips. “Calm down, Angel.” His voice was gruff, and he sounded much less sleepy and much more aroused as those hands held me in place.
Meanwhile, I wedged my hands and arms between us to get as much distance as possible. My orgasm was on a hair trigger, and if he gave so much as one little thrust in that direction, there would be no hiding it.
“God, you’re gorgeous in the morning,” he said, pushing a piece of hair off my forehead. “Best way I ever woke up.”
It was the second-best way for me, yesterday being the best. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to share that nugget with him.
“Stop being sweet,” I said.
But those blue eyes, soft and dreamy, drew me in. I wasn’t fighting for my freedom anymore. I was hovering over him, eyes locked, mouths too close to make good decisions.
He brought his other hand up. His fingers danced along my jawline and skimmed into my hair. “Gonna kiss you now, Angelina.”
“Hell no.”That was what I should have said. Or“I think this is a bad idea and we should take some time to consider the consequences.”At the very least I could have said I needed to brush my teeth and then I could have locked myself in the bathroom until my lady parts wised up.
Instead I nodded stupidly and said, “Yeah. Okay.”
But just as he surged up, just when all I could see were those blue eyes coming in hot, just when my lips parted, the pounding at my front door started.
Piper startled at the foot of the bed and let out several shrill yips.
Nash frowned. “You expectin’ someone at 6:00 a.m.?”
“No. You don’t think it’s Mrs. Tweedy trying to get me to go to the gym, do you?” I wasn’t above hiding under the bed.
The pounding started again.
“She’s short. She knocks lower on the door.”
Not going to lie, I felt a twinge of relief that it probably wasn’t my elderly neighbor looking to kick my ass at the gym again.
“Stay here,” Nash ordered, sliding me off him and onto the bed.
“Like hell. This is my place. Whoever’s knocking is looking for me.”
“Then won’t it be a fun surprise for them when they find me instead?” he said, sounding less like a sleepy lover and more like a hard-edged cop.
