Andwarm.
Oh shit.
I’m lying on someone. And not just anyone…
Nicholas.
The sleep haze vanishes instantly, and I freeze. Every vein in my head throbs, and I struggle to think through my hangover.
What happened last night?
I’m still in the clothes I wore to work, so…maybe nothing happened…
Hold on,where’s my bra? Did I take it off in front of Nicholas? I concentrate, but…nothing. Did I take it off before he showed up? I hate wearing a bra when I’m trying to relax.
But why is Nicholas in my bed?He would never do anything to take advantage of a drunk woman. He’s too honorable for that. So… DidIforce myself onhim?
I’m wearing my panties…and he’s dressed…but that doesn’t prove anything.
If you want to be sure, check and see if his pants are undone and he’s sans underwear.
No. Absolutely not. I’m not going to feel him up like a pervert. Not when I’m beginning to think I had a lot to do with the way we’re entangled here in bed.
What time is it? Maybe he’s going to get up soon. I should keep my eyes closed and pretend to be asleep until he leaves to avoid any awkwardness—
No, stupid idea.We live together.There’s no way to avoid seeing him.
Maybe I can delay the inevitable and buy some time to gather myself. But it’s impossible to think when my head hurts and my body’s half on top of the hottest and most wonderful man I know.
My breasts are crushed against his thick bicep, and my traitorous nipples bead like he’s licking them. The achy sensation that’s started at the tips of my boobs begins to pulse lazily through me until it ends between my legs. I want to squirm, find some way to ease the uncomfortable emptiness, except then he’ll know I’m awake. Heat throbs through me, and everywhere I’m connected to Nicholas starts to prickle.
I don’t understand how I can be so turned on. I’ve never responded like this to any guy. But with Nicholas, it’s as though his mere presence is an aphrodisiac.
Suddenly he lays his hand on my back. Air whooshes out of my lungs, and I reflexively hold him tighter.
“Good morning.” His voice is gravelly and rusty. I’ve never heard it like this, and it’s super sexy and intimate to realize this is what he’s like in the morning.
“Hi,” I squeak.
“How are you feeling?”
Hot and horny all over, thanks. How about you?“Hungover, but much better. Thank you.”
“I’m glad,” he says softly. “Let me turn on the light.” He reaches over with his free arm and flicks the switch, and the lamp by the bed emits a very low glow that doesn’t hurt much.
He looks so good in the dim light. A day’s growth of beard covers his strong jaw and his hair is slightly mussed from sleep. There’s a hint of vulnerability and openness to him in the early morning, and a nearly irresistible urge to kiss the tip of his chin sweeps through me.
“I didn’t, um,doanything yesterday…did I?”
“Other than ask me to unhook your bra?”
My cheeks flame and I bury my face in his shoulder, just to hide from shame.
He laughs softly. “You didn’t do anything inappropriate.”
I relax a fraction. He’s in a good mood. I probably just got funny. Georgia says I’m hilarious when I get drunk.
“Let me…” He stretches, reaching for something on the nightstand. “Aspirin,” he says, putting a couple of pills into my mouth. The pad of his thumb brushes innocently over my lips, but unholy shivers slither down my back.
