Yeah, life was good. Most of the time. At least until she woke up and handed him his ass. Until then he’d get as much enjoyment out of the situation as he could and practice up on his looks of humility.
He mounted the stairs and took her to his room. Shouldering his way in, he gave the door a kick to close it behind him.
He laid her on the bed and pulled the unmade covers over her hips. Then he stepped back and hastily shrugged out of his jeans and shirt.
When he crawled in beside her and cuddled up to her back, she stirred and turned over, snuggling into his arms.
“Sawyer?” she asked sleepily.
“Yeah, honey?”
“I’m sorry for getting all pissy with you.”
He smiled. “Me too.”
She nuzzled her face into his neck, and he sighed in contentment.
“Reggie?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to stay?”
There was a brief pause, and he felt a little hiccup in her breathing. He found himself holding his own breath as he waited for her to answer.
“Yeah, Sawyer. I’m staying.”
Relief was so strong that it damn near blurred his vision.
“Good. I’m glad.”
He pulled her closer against him and wrapped himself around her tight. He hooked his leg over hers, drawing her further in line with his body.
“You just try keeping those skinny parts away from me,” he muttered.
He felt her smile against his chest.
CHAPTER 28
When Regina woke, the bed was empty. She frowned. So much for waking up in Sawyer’s arms. She yawned and stretched then sniffed. Food. She was starving.
She got out of bed and stumbled toward the shower. She hoped to hell Sawyer still wasn’t pissed. There was a vague memory of him carrying her up the stairs, and she definitely remembered apologizing and then snuggling into his arms. Everything else was kind of a blur.
Oh well, it wasn’t the first time they’d gotten into each other’s face, and it wouldn’t be the last.
An uncomfortable sensation settled into her stomach. This time, though . . . this time it mattered. Really mattered. It was more than two friends bickering.
She sighed and stepped into the shower. She soaped and rinsed her hair then turned to reach for the body wash.
A warm, naked body melded to her back. One hand slid around her middle, pressed to her stomach. The other circled her throat, ran up to her jaw and turned her face back and upward to meet seeking lips.
“Good morning, Cam,” she murmured.
His heavy erection burned the small of her back. The hand at her stomach slid downward, between her legs, dipping into the wet curls, to the throbbing flesh hidden underneath.
Wordlessly, he turned her around to face him then backed her against the shower seat in the corner. She sank onto the wet surface, the spray from the showerhead bouncing off the walls and spritzing her body.
He reached for the showerhead, released it from the mount and then knelt in front of her.
