I chuckled. “Yes, because we both know where all the kissing will lead us, and it’s too early forthat.”
Gallan huffed. “Fine, you win.” He grabbed the guitar, walked over to his massive bed, settled on it with his back to the headboard, and gestured for me to join him.
“So, I don’t seeThe Ice Bearerhere anywhere,” I said as I climbed the bed.
His eyes sparkled. “That’s because it’s hiding under the massive box of condoms in my nightstand drawer.”
I lifted a brow at him as I knelt on the bed. “Gimme an honest reason for cracking that joke, and I promise I’ll forgive you.”
Gallan tipped his head back and laughed, and my eyes momentarily went to his strong neck; to the glowing skin of his hard chest that was visible from behind his slightly open dress shirt.
“It was an impulsive response; I didn’t even think before blurting it out,” he said.
I clicked my tongue. “Adonis-lookalike weirdo,” I mumbled, and got comfortable between his open legs prior to placing my back against his chest. “Hmmm, this is perfect,” I said as I stretched my legs next to his, and grinned when I heard a steady rumble of his husky laughter.
“Glad to know you’ve settled in well with anAdonis-lookalike weirdo, my lady,” he mused against my ear, emphasizing the term I’d used for him. “Also, the book is actually in my nightstand drawer, just notunderthe box of condoms, butabove.”
I elbowed him playfully and pushed myself further against him, only to have him groan and hold me tighter.
“Do you want me to die from blue balls or something, Zaira?”
I snickered. “I don’t want you to die, period.”
He chuckled. “Well, you’re making no attempts in that particular direction, so don’t mind if I question your intentions a time or two.”
God, that man was perfect.
“Just play me a damn song, Underwood,” I ordered.Mildly, of course.
“So bossy tonight.” He placed the guitar in front of us.
I kept my hands on my thighs so as to give him enough room to adjust the guitar.
“Hmm…” he hummed to himself – once – to set the pace, and began strumming the guitar expertly. A couple veins popped on his broad forearms as he tuned things up. Talk about orgasmic arm porn.
Another hum.
A strum.
I was about to ask him what he was planning on playing, when he started strumming one of my favorite Jordan Davis songs,Dreamed You Did.
Last night it was so real
I can still feel
You all over me
And I woke up reaching for you
Wanting to hold you
Damn everything felt right
Last night…
When you called me said you want me
Told me you were coming over
