Falling.Being sucked down.
The thump reverberated through his bones as he landed.
“What?Where?”
Eyes wide, he blinked when sunshine hit his retinas.The plastic smell of hotel carpet wafted into his nostrils, while a hot sleepy body groaned beneath him.Allegra?
“Ow!”she complained pushing at his shoulders.
Yes, ow.Reciprocal pain lanced through his knees and skull.They’d rolled off the side of the bed.Him on top.Her body having cushioned his fall.The bed looked like something had tried to devour it.
Frantically, he scrambled backwards so that he was no longer squashing her.
Alle propped herself up, awkwardly, a second or two later.She briefly rubbed her head, her attention diverting immediately to her forearms, where the impression of his fingers ringed her wrists.
“Oh my God, Alle.Shit.I’m sorry.”He edged away rather than toward her.What had he done?He wasn’t safe to be around.Last night he’d assaulted Xane in his sleep, now he’d done hell knows what to her.His heart started that erratic tattoo again.Breath stalling in his chest.Nevertheless, he used the desk for leverage to get onto his feet.
“I’m all right, Spook.”
Was she?He paced around the foot of the bed, across to the door and back.Allegra remained in the same position when he returned.“I’ll get some ice.”
“You don’t need to.I’m fine.What time is it?”
The alarm clock was on the other side of her, and turned away from him so that he couldn’t read the face.His phone wasn’t to hand either.“Morning.”
“Figured that, Captain Obvious.Time?”
He shook his head, unknowing.
Alle clawed her way onto her knees, and hence onto the bed, inadvertently flashing him most of her arse and a glimpse of her naked pussy in the process.Never mind Captain Super Buns, she had a peachy perfect derriére, perfectly rounded, and with two unbelievably sexy creases where it met the top of her legs.Nothing short of utter perfection.
So, yeah, his mental image had projected a pink blush and some criss-crossed stripes across those curves, but the basic shape was like two perfect teardrops.
“You’re not by any chance entertaining pervy thoughts are you, Mr Mortensen?”
“Nope.No.”He vigorously shook his head.The spider silk strands of his dream still clung to the corners of his mind threatening to sink him into paralysis.
Alle peeped at him over her shoulder, her hair a wild halo around her head.Her neat white teeth dug into her lower lip.“Liar.”She tugged the bottom of the T-shirt down, before rearranging herself on the bed.One sleepy yawn later, she was resting against the headboard, eyes closed, and her breathing softening back into sleep.
Spook wedged himself into the corner of the sofa facing her, and pulled a cushion into his lap.It almost hurt to look at her.No one ought to look that kitten-like, that cutely desirable.But that was who she was – Allegra Hutton, strong, curvy, independent, challenging, and as of this moment, preposterously sweet.She ought to be raging at him for what he’d just done.He’d had her in a death grip, and rolled her right out of bed.
“You’re definitely a bit odd.”Her sleepy, sing-song voice grounded his frantically racing thoughts.“I can’t believe you’d rather hump a cushion than me.I mean, seriously?”
“I’m not humping a cushion.”
“Right, it’s a barricade.In case I decide to pounce on you?Only I’m too whacked to do anything so energetic.”As far as he could tell, her eyelids were still closed, and she seemed twice as likely to stick her thumb in her mouth as she was to leap on him.“You don’t half moan and groan in your sleep.And talk.”She opened one eye.“Someone was having a good time.Clue, it wasn’t me.”
Had he been?He didn’t precisely recall.Perhaps to begin with, until the shadows had strangled all the joy from it.
“Am I allowed to come over there?”
“You’re allowed to do as you please.”
“True,” she agreed.“But that’s not what I meant.”A luxurious stretch gave way to another yawn, then still sleepy, with her tangled knot of bed hair, she padded over to him.“Shove off, cushion.That’s my spot.”Clinging on didn’t preserve his dignity.Alle flipped the stuffed satin square off his lap and took its place.She leaned into him, and kissed the tip of his nose.“Bed’s not so fun without you.Also, I want to cuddle, if that’s not against your code of ethics.”
He could handle that.Couldn’t he?Then again, she smelled ridiculously yummy.Warm linen and sleep entangled with a whisper of last night’s perfume.He grinned at the smudges of eyeliner around her eyes, while she wriggled against him trying to get comfortable.That eventually led to her straddling him.
“Um.Oh.I’m not sure,” he said, when her mons nudged up against his morning wood.“I don’t think that’s a good position.”
