When she glanced up, his eyes were open and on her. Staring at her staring at him. He’d caught her ogling, and he didn’t seem to mind. Not one bit. In fact, he was looking at her like he wanted to take a bite of something.
This was bad.
“Mom?” Noah called groggily from the hallway.
“Crap.” Abby glanced around. She was caught. Not for the sexy thoughts swimming through her head, but because Hunt was supposed to be in bed with her. Even Noah knew married people slept in the same bed. He’d informed her last night, when he worried she wouldn’t know how to treat her new husband.
Hunt’s eyes widened and he threw off the light blanket and jumped into bed with her. She’d only had a split second to take in his muscled legs before he was curling up against her body. His large erection pressed to her backside.
Abby squeaked, and Hunt squeezed her hip.
“Shh,”he said, and sent her a warning look.
How was she supposed to keep quiet with his large, aroused body pressed to hers?
“Your fault,” he mumbled. “Can’t look at me like that in the morning and not expect things to rise to the occasion.”
She attempted to turn her head and say something saucy, but Noah walked in the room.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Abby said, her voice higher than usual.
Noah climbed into bed, unaware of Abby’s turmoil.
Hunt pulled her back even tighter against his body, making room for Noah.
“I slept good,” Noah told them. Her son yawned. “What’s for breakfast?”
Abby cleared her throat, and wrangled her mind off the hot, ridiculously sexy man holding her, and said, “Why don’t you brush your teeth, and I’ll make you some eggs?”
“French toast.”
Abby brushed the light brown hair off Noah’s brow and kissed his forehead. “French toast it is.”
“Two slices, please,” Noah said.
“I’ll take six,” Hunt said, and Noah giggled.
Abby’s mouth twisted. “Considering you two are going to do most of the eating, I’m beginning to wonder why I’m doing the cooking.”
Noah crawled off the bed, still laughing.
A moment later, she heard him slam the bathroom door.
She let out a breath. But Hunt didn’t ease back from her now that Noah was gone. Oh no, instead, the naughty man slowly lowered his head and kissed her on the neck in a sensitive spot.
“This won’t work,” she said, arching her neck for ease, because hello? Hot man kissing delicate skin. And the other morning had only added a few drops to the sexual well that had gone dry years ago.
“Oh, it’s working,” he said.
Was that some reference to the erection pressed between her thighs? “You’re bad.”
“I’d like to be. Thinking we should reevaluate the rules of our marriage.” He ran his lips lightly along the skin of her throat.
Oh God. She’d married Hunt to protect Noah, but now she realized the danger in it—she’d also married the hottest man in town. No woman was that strong. “I can’t, Hunt.”
He lifted his head and stared down at her, a serious expression on his face. “I’ll wait.”
Her mouth twisted. That wasn’t what she’d expected him to say. He knew as well as she that they toyed with danger by giving in to intimacy. “You seem awfully sure of yourself. We already agreed that getting too involved would be a bad idea.”
