“I feel like you’re doing this on purpose.”
“That anxious to crawl into bed with me?”
Chris grinned. “When you put it that way!”
I ignored him.
“I’m sure you have the footage you need, right?” he asked Zane.
Zane gave him a thumbs-up. “We just need a shot of you two getting into bed, then we’re good to go.”
I prepared my face mask.
“Can you just do the bed shot then put the face mask on?” Chris was shifting his weight on the balls of his feet in annoyance. It made his,ahem, package bounce up and down in a very distracting and unrelaxing way.
“I have a routine. There is a process.”
Chris swore and started pacing around the bathroom then into the master suite and back into the bathroom.
I gave a loud sigh. Chris and his bad attitude had already ruined the only relaxation time I had scheduled in the day, not to mention the cameras that were out there setting up.
“Why did I ever want to be married? This sucks. If I ever get married for real, having my own bathroom is a nonnegotiable.”
I set the face mask aside. The camera guys were antsy. I was sure they had families to get to and didn’t want to wait around for me to finish my ritual.
“Fine, you win, man-baby,” I announced, walking out into the master bedroom.
Chris pretended to be shocked. “I wouldn’t dream of keeping you from finishing your excruciatingly long and unnecessary beauty routine.”
I pulled the covers back on the bed. “You ruined it.”
I got under the covers and stretched out. I had a lumpy twin mattress at my apartment with a comforter that had been chewed up by the parrot. This bed was heaven. I snuggled back against the food pillows.
“You’re supposed to snuggle me, not the pillows,” Chris growled.
“Now who’s jealous?” I quipped.
“Can we please get the shot?” Zane begged.
Chris reached across the bed, grabbed me, and hauled me across the mattress, wrapping his strong arms around me. I squeaked, as he nuzzled my hair, spooning his body against mine.
This is not real, I reminded my libido as it woke up, realized I was literally separated from a real live human male only by a thin layer of cotton, and threw a party.
Not.
Gosh, his body was so freaking hard!
Real.
Chris walked the camera crews out after they got the shots they needed. I lay in a daze on his bed. It had been a long time since I’d been that close to a guy. No, a man. Chris was a perfectly formed, sexy, muscular, fantastic-smelling man. And if I hadn’t been mistaken, the hard thing pressed against me in the too-brief moment he had been plastered against me meant he could be good for things besides cuddling.
Chris sauntered back into the room and turned the lights down. I sat half up on the pillows and watched, mouth agape, possibly drooling a little bit, as he slipped his sweatpants off and crawled onto the bed. One strong arm propped up that perfect body as he leaned over me, the heat from his bare skin radiating through the thin cotton of my T-shirt.
We were doing it? Here?Now?We hadn’t even kissed!
I didn’t care. I wanted him.
“Are you just going to lie there?” Chris murmured.
