Jaeger’s hand slides under my shoulders and he cradles my head, tucking it beneath his chin as his breathing calms.He wraps an arm around my back and pulls me close, maneuvering to his side with me plastered to his front.
I lie still, listening to his heart pounding beneath my ear, utter and complete peace sweeping over me.
This wasn’t sex, it was… I don’t know.Or maybe I do and I don’t want to ponder it.
My eyelids close, sleep pulling me under.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Iwake to a view of the lake through a window at the foot of the bed.Faded light filters over the mountain ridges.Soft sheets whisper over my palms.What the…?
I’m in Jaeger’s bedroom?The last thing I remember is the couch in his workshop.
Heat floods my face.That couch will go down in history.At least, it will go down in my history.Wow—just,wow.Not that my past experience is extensive, but I’d like to think I was thorough with the few partners I’ve had.None of them gave me an orgasm through straight sex.But I should consider this very important finding later.
How the hell did I end up here?
I glance around the bedroom.It’s cozy, with a Mission-style dresser and plain but expensive sheets based on the feel of them.I don’t remember getting dressed and walking over.Technically, I’m not dressed, I acknowledge, as I slide my bare legs over the soft sheets.Did the man knock me out with his lovemaking?What the hell happened?
And Jesus.I sit up and pull the light blue sheet to my chest.Why am I calling our sexlovemaking?Eric and I never called it that.I tuck the fabric beneath my legs and around my back, as if to protect myself.
Jaeger walks out of the bathroom, a dark blue towel wrapped around his waist, water beaded on his shoulders.My jaw drops; my breathing speeds up.Steam from the shower and the scent of his aftershave waft toward me.He’s like a walking aphrodisiac.
His gaze takes in my clamp on the sheets.“Good morning.Everything okay?”
“Yes, but”—I peer around the room—“how did we end up here?I’m pretty sure I was sober when I visited you this afternoon, so…”
“Yesterdayafternoon.”
It’s morning?I shake my head.“I couldn’t have passed out.”
He smiles.“You were tired.I carried you here.”
Memories of the most amazing orgasm flutter through my mind.He did that to me.Sapped me of all energy and a little piece of my soul.
“And I didn’t wake up?”
He shakes his head, his gaze skimming over me again.Only this time, heat emanates from those eyes.“Are you still tired?”The question is addressed cautiously, as if he’s trying to be sensitive to my needs—but the man behind the question appears ready to pounce, evidenced by the massive erection building beneath his towel.
This is dangerous, this attraction.I should be careful.
I shake my head, and he walks over, sliding off the towel to the side of the bed.Muscles and long limbs, heat, and alluring, clean male scents smack my senses silly.He pulls the sheet from my body and eases down beside me.
Goose bumps pepper my flesh.My hands go clammy.I’m eager to touch and be touched.I want to kiss his mouth, the lids of his eyes, his temples—the place over his heart.
I’m in so much trouble.
“Where the hell have you been?”my brother asks, as I walk in the front door after finally prying myself from Jaeger’s bed.
It was not easy.The man persuades.I honestly think he could have kept at it all day.Whatever happened to recovery periods?
Gen looks over from the kitchen.She’s actually awake, eyes alert, which is proof of how late in the afternoon it is.
“I stayed the night at a friend’s house.”
Gen’s eyes widen briefly.My brother’s frown deepens.
“Cali, if you’re going to hook up, answer your damn phone,” he says.
