She wasn’t responding to him anymore.He pulled back to look at her.Her lips were slack, and her body was heavy.
Concern rushed through him, followed by confusion.
And then disbelief.
Was she asleep?
She lay beneath him, primly covered by the T-shirt except where it was hitched up around his wrist.Her mouth was lax, and the lines of stress on her forehead were gone.Her lashes fanned across her cheeks as her chest rose and fell with each breath.
As mind-boggling as it was, she was out like a light.
He didn’t try to stop his groan.Was she kidding him?He was so close, and she was still holding on to his cock.Another single pass of her fingers would set him off.His shoulders clenched and his hand tightened possessively on her soft pussy.He could wake her back up.He knew how to get those pretty brown eyes to snap open.
But that wasn’t who he was, and it wasn’t why he was here.
He’d been trying to get her to relax, to stop thinking, hadn’t he?
A rough laugh escaped him.Boy, he’d done a bang-up job of that.
Gritting his teeth, he carefully disengaged his hand and then her leg from the small of his back.A bang-up job, yesiree.He pulled her T-shirt back down to cover her, smoothing it over the tops of her thighs.
Son of a bitch.
He edged away from her but was walking funny as he headed to the bathroom.She wasn’t the only one who needed a shower.He was hot and sticky.He adjusted his shorts.Definitely sticky.He needed a cool, soapy, shower.
Preferably the one-handed kind.
Whatwas she supposed to do?
Maxie stared at the ceiling, watching the dim light in the room grow brighter.It was early, predawn, but she’d woken up from a dead slumber.For a moment, the briefest slip of time, she’d thought she’d dreamt everything.Identical sisters, skinny-dipping, getting hot and heavy with the sheriff…
Until she’d felt a weight across her stomach.
Now her brain was racing a mile a minute as she tried to figure out the best way to handle her situation.
And it was asituation.
The weight was Zac’s arm.He was sleeping on his side with his arm stretched over her.Now that she’d fully regained her faculties, she could feel his breath stirring her hair and his knee pressing against the side of her thigh.Which was bare.Her sleep shirt was hitched up to her waist, and at some point during the night, the covers had gotten pushed off entirely.
Her face warmed.She knew when those covers had been dislodged, and she knew how her clothes had gotten disheveled.She was lucky to have them on at all.Thanks to Zac.If she’d gotten her way, she would have been waking up buck naked.
With him in the same state.
She glanced at him, afraid to move her head.He was still sleeping, his weight heavy and warm beside her.As nervous as she was about dealing with him, her thoughts got stuck on one thing.
Yum.
Oh damn.Her gaze traveled down his bare chest and ripped abs.No wonder he looked so good in his uniform.He looked even better out of it.The man was built.His shoulders were wide, and his waist was trim.His muscles were lean and defined, making all kinds of interesting pathways that her mouth wanted to follow.Her fingers curled, and she couldn’t help but rub her thigh against his knee.
She flinched when his breath hitched.
That one little sound reminded her that it wasn’t last night.She wasn’t caught up in the heat of the moment.The scorching, exciting heat.With the morning sun putting a glaring stamp on things, her natural tendencies had returned.That was a sleeping lion next to her, and she was timid, mousy Maxie.She might have done some crazy things, but he could eat her for lunch.
He might want to, after what she’d done.
She stared at the ceiling again, her pulse rate quickening and her body going tight.Her memories of the night before were crystal clear.As much as she wanted to blame her actions on the bourbon, she couldn’t.She’d known what she was doing, and she hadn’t been able to hold herself back.
She also hadn’t been able to stay awake once all that excitement and anxiety had crested.
