Page 56 of Miss Belief

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I was warm.Too warm for some reason, but it took a moment, as my mind floated between sleep and consciousness, to recognize why. Suddenly, my eyes flew open at a decidedly foreign sensation.

Reid was wrapped around me, my back to his chest, as we both lay on our sides.

My heart wildly thumped against my chest as I enjoyed how good it felt to be wrapped in his embrace. As much as I didn’t want to ruin the moment, I was quickly becoming aroused by the position. I shifted slightly, trying to put a little space between us, but his arm only tightened around me, pulling me closer.

The intimate contact robbed me of breath, especially once I felt the distinct bulge against my ass. Holy erection. Was it getting bigger. Yep. No mistaking it. My God, was he really that big? Just as I was contemplating how large he was, I was robbed of his heat when he suddenly pushed away.

“Shit. Sorry about the, uh, inadvertent snuggle,” he muttered.

“It’s okay.” I turned over to face him.

He was on his back, an arm flung over his face. Could I help it if my eyes traveled south to investigate the mystery of Reid’s size? Unfortunately, the comforter impeded any further investigation. Stupid cock-block comforter.

He reached for his charging cell phone on the nightstand, checking the display before resuming his previous position.

“What time is it?”

“Little after six.”

“You have golf this morning?”

“Yeah, unfortunately.”

“You don’t enjoy golf?”

“Not my favorite activity, especially early in the morning.”

“Trade you. You go to the spa with the catty women, and I’ll go golf.” I was less than thrilled to have a spa day on the agenda.

He moved to his side to face me, his grin making my stomach clench. Jesus. Reid Maxwell in the morning with the slight stubble was about the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. In contrast, I was sure my hair was a mess, and my breath smelled, well, like horrible morning breath.

“You’re welcome to skip it.”

“Really?” As much as a facial sounded divine, it wasn’t worth the trouble of hanging out with the women.

“Absolutely. Do what you want for the day. We have the rehearsal and dinner tonight, but afterward we can go out just the two of us.”

“Sounds good.” After having him to myself the last few days, it was difficult to share.

“It will be nice to have the evening alone with you.”

I tried not to read anything into his words. “I’ll ask the concierge about places we could go. You getting out of bed?”

“Uh, yeah, but I’ll probably wait a minute or two.”

I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face. “Why is that?”

His entire face turned red. “You can guess why.”

“Sorry, don’t mean to make it hard on you.”

He barked out a laugh. “Thanks for the assist. You giving me a hard time about my hard time has effectively deescalated the situation.”

My laughter came easily although I felt a little guilty it was at his expense. Once he hopped out of the bed, I had to pretend I didn’t want to stare at his ass encased in black boxer briefs. Jesus, I’d always known Reid was in decent shape, but my senses were overwhelmed by the sight of his back and shoulder muscles set off by his trim waist.

The sound of the water from the shower had me picturing him standing gloriously naked under the warm spray. Would he be jerking off? Had he been remotely tempted to take our morning position a step further? Ugh.