He sat up so smoothly it made her envious.“Slow down.Don’t make it worse.”
Her breath shuddered.He was sitting so close, she could feel his heat.Hisnakedheat.His chest bumped against her shoulder as he settled his hand on the mattress by her hip.He was dangerous enough in black Armani suits.Stripped down, he was lethal.
“Is it your head?”He brushed her hair over her shoulder, and shivers raced down her spine.
“My head.My joints.My back.”
He rubbed that spot in the middle of her back again, and she nearly moaned.
“Mine is crying too.It’s the support bar on this damn thing.”
She clenched the sheet beneath her.What had she done last night to get in such horrid shape?And how could he be sitting there, looking so good, while she felt like the dregs of the earth?“How…how bad was I last night?”
He hesitated.“I caught you dirty dancing atop the bar.”
Her eyes popped open, and the yellow walls glared.He had not!Although… Bits and pieces filtered through her cluttered brainwaves.Foghat’s “Slow Ride” struck a chord, and her entire body flashed hot.
He rubbed lower on her back.“Relax.I got you down from there.”
Somehow, that made it even worse.“Was I that awful?”
The teasing look left his eyes.“I didn’t say that.”His lashes dipped, and he focused on her lips.“You should let Sexy Lexie out to play more often.”
Lexie was off the sofa in a flash, her heart pounding, yet that left her feeling almost more exposed.The shorts she wore were too short, and the top was way too skimpy.Meanwhile,hewas still lounging there half-naked on the bed.Ruthless Rowe.Dear God.She’d gotten all warm and cozy with the enemy.
“Excuse me.”
She made her escape to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.She nearly groaned when she saw her reflection in the mirror.It wasn’t that she looked bad.For as horrible as she felt, she should have looked worse.It was that she looked vulnerable.Her hair was soft and rumpled, and her lips were bare of lipstick.Knowing that he’d caught her like this…that she’d slept in his arms…
“Oh, Lexie.”
Not wanting to think about it, she used the facilities and wasted more time brushing her teeth.Snooping through the drawers, she found a brush.She quickly gave up on using it.The roots of her hair were just too tender.She glanced at the shower and then back at the door that separated her from the living room.A shower would have been nice, but she didn’t have anything to change into.Parading around in front of him wet would be even worse.
Definitely worse.
Lexie braced herself.She couldn’t hide forever, and her clothes were in the bedroom.Sheneededthose clothes.
She opened the door a crack, afraid she’d find Cam still sprawled out on the bed.
What she saw was so much more.
Her breath was like that pinched balloon again.He’d flipped back the covers and was reaching for the dress pants he’d hung over a nearby chair.All he wore were briefs—black briefs that fit snug and smooth.Her eyes widened, letting in more light, and pain drilled into her gray matter.He stepped into the legs of his pants and stood to pull them up over his muscled thighs.And tight butt.She watched it all unblinkingly until he zipped them closed and headed for the kitchen.
“Oh, Lexie.”She was in trouble.
Tugging self-consciously at the spaghetti straps of her top, she walked back into the living room.She did her best to walk lightly, hoping she could make it to the bedroom before he saw her.Her luck wasn’t so good.He glanced up from behind the breakfast bar, and their gazes locked.
Her stomach gave that funny little squeeze again.
“Better?”he asked.
Suddenly, box springs creaked in the bedroom and there was a thud against the floor.Footsteps rang out, and Roxie bolted into the living room with her eyes as wild as her hair.She skidded to a stop when she saw Cam, but her gaze flitted over him and kept on going.Lexie literally felt it when it clicked onto her.
“Oh, thank God.You’re real.I thought I’d dreamt it all.”
“I’m real.”Lexie folded her arms uncomfortably.“Although I wish I’d dreamt some of it.”
“I hear you there.”Roxie winced and walked to the breakfast bar.She found a perch on a barstool and lowered her head onto her arms.“Holy buckets.Grab some aspirin from the medicine cabinet.”
