I bite my tongue before I laugh and wake him up. I pry his hand away from my wrist before sliding toward the edge of the bed. I’m nearly there when Zane rolls over and throws an arm around me.
“Zane.” I try pushing his arm off me but he merely tightens his hold.
I keep trying but eventually give up. Guess I’m sleeping with Zane tonight.
I make myself as comfortable as possible, considering I have a fifty-pound arm draped over me. I’ll probably lay here half the night until Zane rolls over and frees me. But I close my eyes and fall asleep.
Chapter 19
“Apparently, my pillow turned into Sloane last night. Not complaining.”
Zane
Isnuggle into my pillow. Hold on. This isn’t a pillow. My pillows don’t smell of strawberries and sunshine.
I inhale a deep breath. Strawberries and sunshine. It’s Sloane’s scent.
Sloane? Has she been in my bed?
I sift through last night’s memories. Poker with my brothers. Shots with my brothers. Oh, so many shots. Coming home. Stumbling drunk to my bed.
And not letting Sloane leave.
My resistance to my beautiful nanny crashed to the floor last night. I wanted her in my bed and I made it happen.
I tighten my arm around her and bury my face in her neck. Too bad she’s dressed, but I’ll take Sloane anyway I can get her.
“Zane.”
“I’m right here.”
“Zane,” she murmurs again as she rubs her legs together.
“Sloane?”
She moans in her sleep.
Holy shit. Is Sloane having a sex dream about me?
I want to roll her over, strip her clothes off, and sink deep inside of her. I reach to roll her over but drop my arm when I remember she’s sleeping. I’m not taking advantage of her.
But then she wiggles her ass against my cock. It springs into action. Hard and heavy and ready to get this show on the road.
“Sloane.” I shake her shoulder. “Wake up, Sloane. You’re dreaming.”
Her eyes flutter open. “I’m dreaming?”
“Yes.”
She scans the room. “Why am I in your bed?” She groans. “Now, I remember. Someone had too much to drink and didn’t want to sleep alone.”
I shrug. I have no defense.
“Why did you wake me?”
“You were dreaming.”
“Dreaming? What was I dreaming about?” Her eyes go out of focus as she tries to remember.
