“And how is that?” I don’t know why I ask him that. Maybe I’mstupid. Maybe I just want to know what he’ll do. Maybe I’ve just lost my mind.
And because Luke is Luke and he doesn’t give a fuck, he grabs the front of the shirt and tugs on it, and half the buttons go flying off as the shirt falls open.
“I’d do that.” He cocks his head to the side and laughs. “That was a two-hundred-dollar shirt as well.”
“Luke!” I see his eyes falling to my exposed bra, stomach, and the top of my panties.
I swallow hard as he stares at my body. I think he’s about to touch me, but instead, he jumps off of the bed and shakes his head.
“Where is this room service? I’m starving.” He walks over to the phone and grabs it. “Let me check and see.”
He turns his back to me, and I take a couple of deep breaths as I close the shirt and grab the remote.
“Tell them to hurry.” I feign a lightness I don’t feel. “Or I’m going to run down and raid the kitchen.”
“Okay.” He turns back to me with a small smile and nods.
The room is tense with sexual chemistry that neither one of us wants to address. I’m still in shock at how quickly the tension has built up between us. It was never like this before. Yet, now, I can barely look at him without thinking of how hot he looks.
The bulge in the front of his briefs wasn’t helping either though.
Luke is my best friend, but I can’t stop thinking about how hard and thick he felt between my legs. Shit! The last thing I need is to fantasize about my best friend.
chapter eleven
Luke
The stack of pillows pushed against my body does nothing to quell the desire I feel for Mia as I wake up. I roll onto my back and try not to groan as a wisp of Mia’s scent floats through my nostrils. She’s whimpering slightly in her sleep, and I can’t stop myself from turning onto my side to watch her sleep. Her face looks peaceful, and there’s a smile on her face. I wonder what she’s dreaming about.
I look over at the bedside clock and groan when I see that it’s still three thirty a.m. Far too early to wake up, though there is work that I need to get done. I think about grabbing my laptop and going through some emails when Mia rolls over. I freeze and wait to see if she’s also going to wake up, but she doesn’t.
My shirt has come open, and I stare at her silky black bra. The sheet has slipped down to her waist, and I go to pull it up to cover her so she doesn’t get cold. As I lean over, I accidentally bump into one of the pillows, and it bumps into her stomach.
“Huh?” Her eyes slowly open, and she blinks sleepily as she gazes at me. “Oh, hey, Luke. Is it morning?”
“Yes, but no,” I whisper. “It’s only three thirty a.m.”
“Oh.” She yawns and stretches her arm, hitting the pillow and sending it flying. “Oops.”
“It’s fine,” I say, picking up another pillow and throwing it to the ground. “It’s not hurting them.”
“It’s our fort.” She points at me. “You destroyed the fort.”
“We’ll survive the night.”
“I suppose.” She yawns again and tugs on the shirt. Before I knowwhat’s going on, she tugs it off and throws it to the ground and offers me an impish smile. “I’m too hot.”
“That’s okay,” I say, trying not to look back at her body. “Get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”
“Yeah, we do.” She giggles as she moves closer to me in the bed. It doesn’t seem like a good idea, but I’m not going to stop her. “Lots of people to fool.”
“Hopefully, they believe our chaste kisses are real,” I murmur as her eyes flicker open and close. “Do you think they will?”
“I suppose so.” She stretches her arm out so that it’s resting on my chest. She lazily strokes my stomach. “I mean, I would believe us.”
“You would?”
I roll over so I’m facing her and move my face closer to hers. Her eyes are open now, and she smiles sweetly, reminding me that she is the girl I’ve known almost all my life. The girl who called me after her first kiss, losing her virginity, and her one and only pregnancy scare. I should not be looking at her and feeling the things I am feeling.
