I hit a warm, hard wall that groans and moves against me. I pull back, taking the blanket and sheet with me so I can cover my boobs, and Aston flops onto his back, his hands on his face as he rubs his eyes.
“What are you doing in my room?” I squawk.
He emits a humorless chuckle and rolls onto his side to face me, his hair all over the place from sleep, and his body—well, I’m trying not to look at the strong lines of his shoulder muscles and chest, but yeah, sort of impossible to miss. My eyes, those traitors, keep dropping and scrolling on their own charge. He looks like hot sex and dirty promises, and my vagina remembers him all too well.
“This is my bed now, remember? We switched rooms a few weeks ago.”
Shit. We did. I was so freaking tired I didn’t think about it. The number of times I’ve walked in here over the last couple of weeks, only to remember at the last minute and go down the hall, is sad.
“Crap. I’m sorry.”
“Do you always sleep like that?” he asks, eyeing how I have the blanket up against me.
“None of your business!”
“Except you’re in my bed wearing nothing. So now it is my business.”
“Suddenly you want to talk to me?” I throw back at him, and I don’t even know where that came from.
A slow, sexy smile curls up his lips, making my stomach flutter. “Oh, my sweet little swan, have you missed me?”
Ugh. I forgot how cocky he can be. I glare at him. “Not even a little. Close your eyes.”
“Why would I do that when I like everything I see?”
I puff out an annoyed breath. “So I can get out of bed without flashing you my tits and ass.”
“I could do that.” His arm bands around my waist, and he tugs me until I slip down the bed and I’m supine. With one smooth motion, he climbs over me, pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of my head so he can hover above me. It makes my heart race. “Or you could stay and let me play with your tits and ass.”
27
ASTON
Skylar’s eyelashes flutter against her wide eyes as she tries to work this through her head, even as a flush creeps up her face. The room is dark except for a ribbon of moonlight that peeks through the crack in the curtains, creating a silver glow along the bed. My heart is slamming against my ribs, desperate to break free.
But it’s as if something inside me snapped. Broke apart. Or maybe this is what coming back together feels like.
“Why would I do that?” she whispers, throwing my words back at me, her voice barely audible despite our close proximity.
“Because it’s what we both want,” I tell her plainly, my cock painfully hard and my mind spinning. I know this isn’t a good idea. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. But she’s here, and she’s all but naked, and resisting her, especially like this, is impossible.
“We made a deal.”
“We did. But right now, I can’t think about anything other than breaking the rules of it.”
Because for the last few weeks, hell, longer than that, she’sall I’ve thought about. Kissing her, the way she smiles, how her eyes fucking sparkle, how she looked when she came for me, the way she cried—it broke me open. I’ve been pulling back and avoiding her. I’ve created space because that’s what I had to do.
For her. For Micha. For myself.
But I was just fucking dreaming about her, and now she’s here, naked in my bed, and for once, just this one time, I ache to throw caution to the wind and take what I want. Her. She’s what I want. More than any-fucking-thing, she’s what I want.
“Tell me you haven’t been thinking about me, that you don’t want me, and I’ll lie and tell you the same. If that’s what you really want, I’ll climb off you and close my eyes, and you can leave, and we can go back to how things have been. Or, you can stay, pull the blanket back, and we can see where this can go.”
Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling beneath the blanket. She doesn’t speak, only stares up at me for so long with those big eyes that were just haunting my dreams. I grow impatient and frustrated. What the hell am I doing?
“Forget it. Bad idea,” I growl and go to move off her when she grabs me by the back of the head and holds me in place. Not letting me go. “If I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop,” I warn her.
She releases a shaky breath, but a smile curls up her lips. “Who said I want you to stop?”
