I wrap the towel around myself, securing it tightly across my chest.
Then I open the door.
Jake is sitting on the bed.
He looks up.
And everything stops.
His gaze locks onto me instantly.
Not casual.
Not polite.
Hungry.
17
JAKE
Just Sleep
Why does there have to be one bed?
It’s like the universe is fucking with me. Not only did it give me the most enticing and infuriating wife on this planet, it also made sure I won’t get a single second of sleep tonight. I already know I’ll be tossing and turning, trying to hide my erection the entire time.
Fuck.
So why I’m the one suggesting we “just sleep” is beyond me.
She tilts her head, studying me.
“Just sleep,” she repeats.
She says it like she’s testing me. Like she already knows the answer and wants to see if I’ll break under the pressure.
I force myself to stay still. Controlled. Detached. I don’t let anything show. Not how badly I want her. Not how I’d spend the entire night on my knees between her thighs if she let me.
“And if we don’t just sleep?”
My head snaps up before I can stop it.
Our eyes lock, and heat floods my body instantly.
Her gaze doesn’t waver.
My voice comes out rough. “Sunshine, we shouldn’t.”
We really shouldn’t.
But God, I want to.
I want to so damn much.
She takes a step closer.
“Shouldn’t,” she repeats softly. “That’s not the same as don’t want to.”
