Page 46 of With This Kiss
He winced. “Don’t yell. I can hear you just fine.”
I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him in closer to me, then let out a high-pitched scream.
He unceremoniously dropped me onto the bed. I bounced a little from the move, and before I could right myself, he was already climbing into bed with me, reaching out his arms and pulling me in closer to his body.
I wiggled against him just as he got the covers over us.
He squeezed me. “Go to sleep, baby.”
“I can’t,” I said. “Not when you’re touching me like this.”
That feeling of ants crawling all over my body only intensified the longer I stayed in his arms, making it almost unbearable.
“Reign.”
He let go of me, and I quickly moved over to the edge of the bed.
“Okay,” he said, as if he were talking to a frightened child. “I won’t hold you. You’ll stay on your side of the bed, and I’ll stay on mine. Like a good boy.”
I let out a small sigh. “You’re not a good boy. I don’t think you’ve ever been one in your entire life.”
He smiled, though this one didn’t quite reach his eyes. I didn’t say anything as I turned my back on him. We lay there in silence for a long moment before I heard the lamp click off, then the room was bathed in darkness.
I closed my eyes, willing myself to fall asleep faster, wondering why I was feeling so out of it. I should be angry with him for touching me without permission. I was angrier at myself for my reaction to it. And not for the first time, I wished I were normal.
I was warm.
Uncomfortably and unusually warm.
I didn’t tolerate heat very well, so I usually kept my apartment more on the cool side, but this morning…
I frowned when the sunlight hit my eye, and I moved my face away, trying to hide from it, only to pull up short when I realized my bed felt different.
Why did it feel different?
This wasn’t my bed. And I wasn’t lying on top of a mattress. It was just too… hard.
My eyes startled open, and I pressed my hands against the hard planes of someone’s chest, pushing myself up.
I was met with the clearest blue eyes.
“Morning,” Reign said, his signature smirk in place.
“You told me you were going to stay on your side of the bed.”
He laughed, and I scowled at him. I did not find his amusement amusing.
“I am on my side of the bed,” he said. He pointed to his left, where I had been lying the night before. I looked around. Sure enough, we were both on his side of the bed, and I was still on top of him. I quickly pushed him away and climbed off the bed. He slowly sat up, taking me in lazily. I couldn’t even imagine how I might look right now, while he…
Fuck, how could anyone look this gorgeous having just woken up?
I always knew he was beautiful—the kind of cold beauty that just attracted attention wherever he went—but this was something else entirely.
His dark-blond hair was in a messy heap on top of his head, which only added to his appeal, giving the true definition of sexy bedhead.
“I have to get ready and meet Johnny back at home,” I said.
“Of course. I’ll order some breakfast and drive you afterward.”
