I couldn’t pull away. I mean, not as quickly as I wanted to. I knew if I did, he’d wake up, and I needed to get out of bed first. I needed to grab my clothes and dart to the bathroom before he saw me. I needed to gently remove myself from him to keep him from waking.
I felt him twitch against my inner thigh again, and his hand gently squeezed my leg. His hips moved a fraction of an inch, almost grinding himself against my thigh, but thanks to our positioning, it also caused his hip to grind against my center. A gasping moan escaped my lips, and I bit down on my inner cheek to silence myself.
For another moment, I just lay there, torn between trying to pull away from him or figuring out how to make him move like that again. My body was fully alert, my heart slamming against my chest, and my lungs tried to betray me, wanting more and more air.
“I know you’re awake.”
His deep voice made my eyes pop back open. I no longer had to move slowly or be quiet to keep from waking him, so I jerked away like I’d been burned and slapped his bare chest.
“You’re such an asshole!”
“Ow, what was that for?” he asked, laughing as he rubbed at his chest.
I was already rolling across the bed, taking the blanket with me and taco-ing myself up in it as I stood, leaving him to grab for the sheet to cover himself from the waist down. “You know what that was for!”
“Don’t act mad now. You sounded like you enjoyed it to me.” He smirked.
“I did not enjoy it!” I could feel the heat in my cheeks.
He rolled his eyes. “You know when you’re asleep, your breathing is deep and even, right? You were awake for a while.”
“Yeah, I was trying to figure out how to make you let me go without waking you so I could get dressed without you seeing me! Not because I wanted you to touch me. God, you’re so annoying.” I turned to grab my clothes.
“Call me whatever you want, but you getting all pissed off right now is just your way of trying to convince yourself that you didn’t enjoy it as much as you did.” He stood from bed, not at all ashamed of the way his manhood was straining against his boxers.
I glanced down at it. “It looks like I’m not the only one whoenjoyedit,” I mocked.
He snorted and shrugged. “I’m a red-blooded man, sweetheart. I’m not ashamed of morning wood when I wake up to an almost naked woman pressing her bare tits to my side.” He lazily took me in as he rounded the bed. “And don’t worry about me seeing what you’re hiding under that sheet. I got the full view last night before you got into bed.”
My brows knitted together. “What? How?”
“Are you aware of how mirrors work?” He pointed to the mirror that hung over the dresser.
I looked over at it, noticing that I could see exactly where he had been lying. “You promised you wouldn’t look!”
He shrugged and walked past, into the bathroom. “I guess I’m not the only liar around here.” He shut the door between us, and a moment later, I heard him turn on the shower.
I took the opportunity to drop the blanket and grab my clothes. As I got dressed, I wondered what he was implying when he said that he wasn’t the only liar. Was he saying that I was lying about not enjoying having him against me? He probably was. Jerk.
I was dressed within a couple of minutes, so I sat on the foot of the bed to pull on my socks and boots. I took my money outof my boot where I’d stashed it and stuffed it into my bra for safekeeping.
Oliver came out of the bathroom, steam billowing around him, wearing nothing but a white towel. He walked past me and around the bed to where he left his clothes hanging over the chairs to dry. I expected him to grab them and take them back into the bathroom to get dressed, so I turned my head to ask him a question. Only to my surprise, he wasn’t shy at all, and instead of gathering his clothes, he dropped his towel right there. His ass was aimed my way, but he was standing right in front of the mirror, so I got a full view of the front side as well.
“Guess I’m not the only one who forgot how mirrors work around here.” I blurted the words out, my face hot. I couldn’t look away, though. Oliver was really… wow.
He smirked as he grabbed his jeans. “Nope, I just don’t care. I understand wanting to check under the hood before you take it for a test drive.” He had his jeans up now, but not fastened. He held out the waistband, allowing me to see the dusting of dark curls there. “Want to come closer and do a three-point inspection?” He grinned.
I shook my head.
“You’re disgusting.” I stood and pulled on my jacket.
“Suit yourself,” he said with a laugh before buttoning up.
I turned and walked into the bathroom, where I grabbed the hotel-provided mini toothbrush that I managed to claim the night before. The bristles were wet. Too wet to still be from me using it the night before. Holding the toothbrush in my fist, I walked back into the room. “Did you use this toothbrush?”
“Yeah, why?” He pulled his shirt over his head.
“Because I claimed it last night! I need to brush my teeth, and now I can’t because you’ve used it.”
