And she’d swear Reese was thinking the same thing.
Reese tore his eyes off David and shook his head as if to clear it. He focused on Mati. “I can sleep on the couch.”
“No,” she said. That was a step back she had no interest in taking.Whatever you want, he’d said. She believed he meant it. “There’s no need.”
Reese smiled, pink-cheeked and flustered.
Fucking hell, they werebothmore adorable than should be possible.
She wasdoomed.
“Why don’t you get ready for bed,” David suggested, his deep voice intimate in the dark room. When had he gotten so close?
Reese looked at David, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
David grasped her arm and Mati almost laughed. If he was hoping for support in the face of all of Reese’s…Reese-ness, he’d come to the wrong place.
Reese’s gaze darted away. “I’m going to wash up.” He scooped up his suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“He has absolutely no idea how hot he is, does he?” David asked.
“None,” she said.
David appeared baffled by the very notion. Clearly, he did not suffer from the same issue.
Though, for all that he was strikingly handsome, that wasn’t what drew her to David. His kindness was what really made her want to know more. His confidence that made her feel safe.
Mati startled when the bathroom door opened. Reese marched across the room, dropped his suitcase at the base of one of the huge windows, and spun, as if daring them to say anything.
Mati wasso doomed.
She bit her lip to keep from grinning. “I never took you for the Captain America pajama bottoms type.”
Reese huffed and rolled his eyes. “Callum has strange ideas about appropriate gifts for Canadians, but they’re very comfortable.”
Mati laughed. Her eyes roved over him, enjoying the rare opportunity to see him in something other than his work clothes. She’d had her legs wrapped around his hips and she still hadn’t registered how much lean muscle he carried. How broad his shoulders truly were.
David’s dark eyes roved over Reese, too, his hand rubbing over his flat belly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
Mati was dangerously close to throwing caution—and her clothing—to the wind.
She snatched up her toiletries kit, and the nightgown she’d packed on the assumption she’d have a freezing-cold hotel room to herself, and retreated into the bathroom.
Chapter Seven
David studied Reese from across the corner of the bed. The room was warm and dark. Quiet. Reese had been enticing in his travel-worn clothes, but in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, he took temptation to a whole new level.
His waist and hips were narrow, his shoulders broad. He looked stronger, more powerful, like this, and yet sweetly vulnerable with his long, bare feet peeking out from beneath his whimsical pajama pants.
It was like central casting had sent the man David wouldn’t be able to resist. He wanted to hug him, protect him, feed him until there were another five pounds on his lean frame, and fuck him until he could do no more than whimper David’s name. And not necessarily in that order.
On top of that, he couldn’t imagine doing any of it without Mati. The two of them were intertwined in David’s mind. His brain saw them as individuals, of course, but his libido saw them as one. A package deal.
A package he ached to unwrap.
Though, that was also where it got tricky. Whatever was happening between Mati and Reese was new, and therefore, fragile. Their chemistry spoke of long friendship and, whether they had admitted it or not, affection. David had no interest in messing with that. He wasn’t able to offer them more than a fling. He wasn’t in a position to offeranyonemore than a fling.
“Why don’t you lie down. You look exhausted,” David said.
