Still sprawled across him, limp, sound asleep, her head tucked firmly under his chin.
The sheets were tangled around his feet, and he could still smell the faint scent of sex. He breathed deep, and his dick stirred. Arousal hit him square in the groin. Tightened his balls.
He’d have loved nothing more than to roll her over and have her wake to him balls deep in her pussy. His muscles twitched, and light sweat beaded his forehead.
Instead he gently smoothed down her hair and pressed his lips to her head. He willed himself to calm down. Tried to slake the fierce urge to claim her, raw and urgent.
She was still here. She hadn’t run, and he wasn’t about to scare her to death and make her bolt again. If it meant he had to temper himself around her, then he could deal.
He looked up when he heard the door open. Hutch stuck his head in. “Good. You’re awake. Breakfast in fifteen.”
Sawyer grunted in return, and Hutch ducked out.
Reggie stirred against him, sliding sensuously over his body, stretching like a cat and almost purring like one.
Heaven help him. His dick was already stabbing her in the gut, twitching like it was on fire. She rubbed her cheek against his chest, sighed in contentment and then pulled her head up to look at him with sleepy, contented eyes.
They shone a brilliant blue. There was light and sparkle. She looked happy.
When he tried to breathe out, his chest caught and squeezed uncomfortably. He loved Reggie. He didn’t mind admitting that. What he didn’t love was how damn weak he felt if she so much as looked at him.
He loosened and came apart at the seams. Like a damn puppet cut from his strings. He had no control around her, and he couldn’t afford to lose it. Not with her. Never with her.
“What are you thinking?” she asked softly.
He ran a finger from her temple around the curve of her jaw and then to her lips.
“That I’d like to wake up this way every morning.”
She smiled. “It does have its appeal, doesn’t it?”
She moved her hands down, reaching between them. Her fingers closed around his dick, and he damn near blew a gasket.
Need boiled through his gut. Each fingertip pressed against his erection felt branded on. Ah, fuck it. This wasn’t going to work.
He rolled suddenly, his arms around Reggie so he didn’t jar her too bad. His cock came to rest between her legs, pressing against the wispy hairs of her pussy.
Instead of spreading her wide and sinking deep into her velvet warmth, he kissed her forehead and pushed himself off her. He didn’t look back as he let his feet fall to the floor with a thump. He was afraid he’d find something in her eyes he couldn’t resist.
“Sawyer?”
Her voice sounded small and confused. Hell. So much for not looking at her.
He braced himself, making sure he had on his best lazy smile when he turned back to her.
“Hutch popped in a second ago. Said breakfast was about ready. You hungry?”
She frowned slightly. “Sure. I just need to jump in the shower.”
He rose, turning so his very obvious hard-on wouldn’t be in plain view. She had him so twisted in knots that his dick was reaching for his belly button.
“You take the one in here. I’ll grab a shower in the other bathroom,” he said, right before he bolted for the door like a man with a pit bull on his ass.
Regina sighed and remained lying on the bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. What the hell was running through that man’s head was anyone’s guess.
He wanted her. There was no doubting that. He’d been the least tactful of the three guys when it came to letting his wants and desires be known. While Cam and Hutch had been somewhat content to back off and give her room, Sawyer had been more in her face, refusing to let her put a barrier between them.
Which was pretty damn ironic when you considered the cement roadblock he’d just constructed.
