have to find a way to keep from getting hard every time he looked at her.
At least she showered quickly.
“Feel better?” she said, settling on the bed opposite him. She was wearing panties and a tank top that barely covered her breasts. Her nipples poked through the thin cotton, begging to be touched.
“Yeah.” Damn, his teeth hurt. In the subdued light from the bedside table, her skin was pink and he remembered how smooth and warm it felt beneath his hands. She talked but he wasn’t listening. He was thinking about how that gorgeous mouth had felt on his lips and other places. And holy hell he was hard.
“Great shower. I could stay in there forever,” she said, peeling back the sheet.
“What are you doing?” The words shot out of him in a near panic. She froze and stared at him.
“I’m getting into bed. What did you think I—” Stopping midsentence, she gave him a withering look. “You didn’t think I was going to sleep on the sofa did you?”
“Yeah” was all he could manage, trying unsuccessfully not to stare at her chest.
“Think again, mister.” She flopped onto the bed and yanked the sheet up to her neck. “I’m tired. This is a big comfortable bed. You stay on that side and I’ll stay on this side.”
That was the problem. He didn’t want to stay on his side and he didn’t want her over there. Crap. He turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
He adjusted the waistband of the shorts to trap his dick and prevent tenting.
Rico twisted his head to check the time on the bedside clock. He’d slept a little over four hours and was hurting. His hard-on made it painful to move.
Immediately after Olivia fell asleep, she squirmed until she nestled against him. As her arm crept over his chest, he doubted she was asleep. This was her payback for when he’d been in the shower. This kind of payback he didn’t mind. He’d worked an arm around her shoulder and she’d tucked her head against his chest. Each breath he took filled his nostrils with her scent and her body felt good, warm and right. It had been years since he allowed himself to experience the intimacy and pleasure of falling asleep next to a woman. That simple thing most men took for granted left him vulnerable and was a luxury he couldn’t afford.
Except with her.
Twice now he’d slept as soundly as she was right now. Shit. He had to get out of bed. He’d given his word there would be no repeat of what happened at the condo, but his dick had failed to get the memo. Carefully, he extracted his arm from under hers. Each time she stirred, he froze. The last thing he wanted was for her to wake. If she did and moved against him, or even ran her hand over him, there would be no way of controlling his need.
Free, he eased off the bed and stood looking at her. Olivia rolled to her side and tucked a hand under her cheek, the other stretched out on the bed, resting where he had lain. One long leg drawn up, and the panties she wore revealed way too much of her ass. He pulled the sheet up, covering her completely.
He relieved himself and decided to think about the Dolphins’ losing season to keep from getting hard. He also decided to spend the rest of the night on the sofa. Rico reached for a pillow and Olivia’s warm hand slid over his.
“Sorry I woke you. I’m moving to the sofa.”
“Come back to bed,” she said in a sleepy voice.
“The sofa might be…”
She held the sheet up for him to return. He sucked in a scalding breath. The sexy panties and top that bothered him were gone.
“Come back.”
Dolphins’ losing season. Dolphins’ losing season.
Rico cleared his throat. “What are…you doing?”
“What you think I’m doing?” Her voice was deep and smoky. She levered herself on her elbow and reached out with the other hand, brushing his erection. Olivia rose to her knees and hooked her fingers inside the waistband of his shorts, then slowly pulled them over his hips. Down his legs. Her lips tattooed
At least she showered quickly.
“Feel better?” she said, settling on the bed opposite him. She was wearing panties and a tank top that barely covered her breasts. Her nipples poked through the thin cotton, begging to be touched.
“Yeah.” Damn, his teeth hurt. In the subdued light from the bedside table, her skin was pink and he remembered how smooth and warm it felt beneath his hands. She talked but he wasn’t listening. He was thinking about how that gorgeous mouth had felt on his lips and other places. And holy hell he was hard.
“Great shower. I could stay in there forever,” she said, peeling back the sheet.
“What are you doing?” The words shot out of him in a near panic. She froze and stared at him.
“I’m getting into bed. What did you think I—” Stopping midsentence, she gave him a withering look. “You didn’t think I was going to sleep on the sofa did you?”
“Yeah” was all he could manage, trying unsuccessfully not to stare at her chest.
“Think again, mister.” She flopped onto the bed and yanked the sheet up to her neck. “I’m tired. This is a big comfortable bed. You stay on that side and I’ll stay on this side.”
That was the problem. He didn’t want to stay on his side and he didn’t want her over there. Crap. He turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
He adjusted the waistband of the shorts to trap his dick and prevent tenting.
Rico twisted his head to check the time on the bedside clock. He’d slept a little over four hours and was hurting. His hard-on made it painful to move.
Immediately after Olivia fell asleep, she squirmed until she nestled against him. As her arm crept over his chest, he doubted she was asleep. This was her payback for when he’d been in the shower. This kind of payback he didn’t mind. He’d worked an arm around her shoulder and she’d tucked her head against his chest. Each breath he took filled his nostrils with her scent and her body felt good, warm and right. It had been years since he allowed himself to experience the intimacy and pleasure of falling asleep next to a woman. That simple thing most men took for granted left him vulnerable and was a luxury he couldn’t afford.
Except with her.
Twice now he’d slept as soundly as she was right now. Shit. He had to get out of bed. He’d given his word there would be no repeat of what happened at the condo, but his dick had failed to get the memo. Carefully, he extracted his arm from under hers. Each time she stirred, he froze. The last thing he wanted was for her to wake. If she did and moved against him, or even ran her hand over him, there would be no way of controlling his need.
Free, he eased off the bed and stood looking at her. Olivia rolled to her side and tucked a hand under her cheek, the other stretched out on the bed, resting where he had lain. One long leg drawn up, and the panties she wore revealed way too much of her ass. He pulled the sheet up, covering her completely.
He relieved himself and decided to think about the Dolphins’ losing season to keep from getting hard. He also decided to spend the rest of the night on the sofa. Rico reached for a pillow and Olivia’s warm hand slid over his.
“Sorry I woke you. I’m moving to the sofa.”
“Come back to bed,” she said in a sleepy voice.
“The sofa might be…”
She held the sheet up for him to return. He sucked in a scalding breath. The sexy panties and top that bothered him were gone.
“Come back.”
Dolphins’ losing season. Dolphins’ losing season.
Rico cleared his throat. “What are…you doing?”
“What you think I’m doing?” Her voice was deep and smoky. She levered herself on her elbow and reached out with the other hand, brushing his erection. Olivia rose to her knees and hooked her fingers inside the waistband of his shorts, then slowly pulled them over his hips. Down his legs. Her lips tattooed
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