Crossing the Line (The Baltimore Banners Book 1) by Lisa B. Kamps Page B
Authors: Lisa B. Kamps
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of distant traffic, the faint wail of a siren, the shriek of a seagull floating somewhere over the water.
Alec stared up at the ceiling, one arm thrown over his head, the other curled across his chest. His breathing was steady but his mind was whirling in a thousand different directions, most of them having something to do with last night.
With the woman in bed next to him.
He turned his head slightly to the side and looked at AJ. She was sprawled on her stomach, her face turned away from him, hidden by both her arm and the tangled curtain of her hair. She had kicked the blankets off her sometime during the night, and was barely covered by a corner of the sheet draped precisely over the curve of her bare bottom.
His eyes drifted over her, from the curve of her skull partly buried in the overstuffed pillow, to her tanned arms and the graceful line of her back. They drifted lower, over her sheet-covered bottom that he now knew was all soft skin over firm muscle, down to the shapely length of legs that had wrapped so tightly around him last night.
His dick twitched and grew in response to both the sight of AJ's naked body so close to his as well as the memory of what their bodies had done together only hours ago. He silently swallowed his groan and turned his gaze back to the ceiling, trying to pull up images of train wrecks and car accidents and mass destruction, anything to banish the memory of last night and tame his fast-growing erection.
It wasn't working.
He was so screwed.
Minutes drifted by as different scenarios played through his head, all of them ending with him buried deep inside AJ's wet, tight warmth. None of them were a viable option, which meant his immediate future was holding either an extremely ice cold shower or self-gratification. Or both. Probably definitely both.
His dick twitched again, letting him know that neither option was particularly attractive. Alec swallowed another groan and closed his eyes.
"You don't have to smother yourself in the pillow. I know you're awake." His voice was hoarse, rusty-sounding, as if he hadn't used it in some time. Alec didn't bother clearing his throat and repeating himself, knowing that AJ had heard him. He felt her body stiffen, tense, but she didn't so much as twitch, not a single movement except for the rise and fall of her breathing.
He wondered what was going through her mind, what she was thinking. Judging from her absolute stillness, he'd bet it was a safe guess that she was having the same thoughts he was. That she was thinking last night had been a huge mistake. A mistake of mammoth proportions. The mother of all mistakes in the last few mistake-filled weeks.
So why the hell did that bother him so much?
He turned his head to look at AJ again, noting she still hadn't moved, that her face was still half-buried in the pillow and the curtain of her hair. "What? I didn't hear you."
She raised her head only slightly and he heard her blow hair out of her face, but she didn't turn to face him. "I said, would you go away so I can get up?"
Alec stared at her for a long second then resumed staring at the ceiling, his jaw clenched. "It's my bed." It was a stupid thing to say, juvenile and immature. Rudely inconsiderate. But her request had caught him off-guard, even stunned him. He was laying here with a raging hard-on, thinking only of burying himself deep inside her, and she wanted him to leave so she could get up?
She mumbled something into the pillow, and again he had to ask her to repeat it. This time when she lifted her head, she turned to face him, fire clear in her heavy-lidded blue eyes. "I said, some gentleman you are." She closed her eyes and turned her head away, then slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position and swung her legs over the side of the bed with a small groan.
Alec watched the
Alec stared up at the ceiling, one arm thrown over his head, the other curled across his chest. His breathing was steady but his mind was whirling in a thousand different directions, most of them having something to do with last night.
With the woman in bed next to him.
He turned his head slightly to the side and looked at AJ. She was sprawled on her stomach, her face turned away from him, hidden by both her arm and the tangled curtain of her hair. She had kicked the blankets off her sometime during the night, and was barely covered by a corner of the sheet draped precisely over the curve of her bare bottom.
His eyes drifted over her, from the curve of her skull partly buried in the overstuffed pillow, to her tanned arms and the graceful line of her back. They drifted lower, over her sheet-covered bottom that he now knew was all soft skin over firm muscle, down to the shapely length of legs that had wrapped so tightly around him last night.
His dick twitched and grew in response to both the sight of AJ's naked body so close to his as well as the memory of what their bodies had done together only hours ago. He silently swallowed his groan and turned his gaze back to the ceiling, trying to pull up images of train wrecks and car accidents and mass destruction, anything to banish the memory of last night and tame his fast-growing erection.
It wasn't working.
He was so screwed.
Minutes drifted by as different scenarios played through his head, all of them ending with him buried deep inside AJ's wet, tight warmth. None of them were a viable option, which meant his immediate future was holding either an extremely ice cold shower or self-gratification. Or both. Probably definitely both.
His dick twitched again, letting him know that neither option was particularly attractive. Alec swallowed another groan and closed his eyes.
"You don't have to smother yourself in the pillow. I know you're awake." His voice was hoarse, rusty-sounding, as if he hadn't used it in some time. Alec didn't bother clearing his throat and repeating himself, knowing that AJ had heard him. He felt her body stiffen, tense, but she didn't so much as twitch, not a single movement except for the rise and fall of her breathing.
He wondered what was going through her mind, what she was thinking. Judging from her absolute stillness, he'd bet it was a safe guess that she was having the same thoughts he was. That she was thinking last night had been a huge mistake. A mistake of mammoth proportions. The mother of all mistakes in the last few mistake-filled weeks.
So why the hell did that bother him so much?
He turned his head to look at AJ again, noting she still hadn't moved, that her face was still half-buried in the pillow and the curtain of her hair. "What? I didn't hear you."
She raised her head only slightly and he heard her blow hair out of her face, but she didn't turn to face him. "I said, would you go away so I can get up?"
Alec stared at her for a long second then resumed staring at the ceiling, his jaw clenched. "It's my bed." It was a stupid thing to say, juvenile and immature. Rudely inconsiderate. But her request had caught him off-guard, even stunned him. He was laying here with a raging hard-on, thinking only of burying himself deep inside her, and she wanted him to leave so she could get up?
She mumbled something into the pillow, and again he had to ask her to repeat it. This time when she lifted her head, she turned to face him, fire clear in her heavy-lidded blue eyes. "I said, some gentleman you are." She closed her eyes and turned her head away, then slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position and swung her legs over the side of the bed with a small groan.
Alec watched the
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