“We’re alone… We don’t need to pretend anymore.” I needed to think with my brain and not with what was throbbing between my legs and the feel of him.
“Pretend?” He dropped me to my feet. “Shit.”
Yeah, my thoughts exactly.
Shit.
Pretending was going to be easy. It was not falling into his bed for real that was going to be the real test.
Chapter Six
Darcie
Aheavy arm was flung over my waist, and for the moment before I came fully awake, I revelled in the masculine weight of it. The feeling of being safe in the arms of a strong man, was there anything better? Especially when strong fingers were playing absently over the skin of your lower belly. I mean, seriously, was there any better way to be woken up?
“You awake?” The deep voice jolted me fully awake, and the fingers that had been toying with the hem of my panties suddenly tightened on my stomach as I pulled myself away. Had I really just been rubbing my ass against Havoc’s crotch whilst his fingers teased at the very edge of my underwear? It was bad enough that I had to sleep in the same bed as him. It was mortifying that I had, just for a moment, forgotten who I was in bed with.
Had I been making sex sounds?
Jesus.
If I had made sex sounds at him, I may as well die right now because I would not be able to look him in the face.
“Don’t move.” His voice was husky with sleep, his breath flowing over the back of my neck. “What do you think you are doing?” I wasn’t really angry, but anger had always been my go-to when I was embarrassed.
“Waking up,” His chuckle was dirty. “Waking you up as well.”
I couldn’t help but suck in a breath as I felt him press against my ass. My cotton panties offered up absolutely no protection against the steely hardness he was rubbing against me. “And…will you stop doing that.” I jerked away, and his chuckle followed me. But this time, he didn’t pull me back against him. “Do you always feel up unconscious, girls?” Sitting on the edge of the bed, I whirled on him. And instantly regretted it.
There was no embarrassment on his face as he reclined back on the pillows, one muscled arm flung casually behind his head and the blankets perilously low over his hips.
Someone was VERY happy this morning.
My eyes skidded away guiltily. And then flicked back over the long lines of his body, back down to….
Nope. I would not stare at his body. I would show some restraint, I would…. His hand trailed up the back of my thigh, making me jump.
“Come back to bed .”
“What, so you can rub your cock against my ass?” I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but again they wandered down to linger on the tented sheet.
His smile grew even wider.
Son of a bitch.
“I could rub it somewhere else if you like?” I watched his hand as it disappeared under the sheet, unable to look away.
Surely he wouldn’t?
“Or you could….” He left the rest of the sentence unsaid. “Don’t look like that.” His words were teasing, but I still blushed. My eyes trained on the relative safety of his chest. There was no way I could look at his face, and looking any further down was just not safe for my health. Probably my sexual health. Men like him were just walking STDs, so I concentrated on the silver hoop hanging from his nipple. Nipple rings were safe.
“Like what?”
“Like you don’t know whether you want to punch me or climb on top of me and see what all the fuss is about. Baby, believe me, I’ll make you choose the second one.”
My cheeks puffed as I blew out a breath. “You really are something else, you know that, right?”
“You liked what you saw.” He stretched, and the sheet fell even lower. I couldn’t help it; my eyes followed his happy trail down.
