A groan built in my chest at her teasing.
“Anything,” I said. And I meant it.
Because with her beauty, her strength, and the way she could seemingly shake off her stressful day so quickly, plus the knowledge of how she felt when I kissed her…I might just let this woman haveanythingshe wanted from me.
Ever.
A movie was a small sacrifice.
16
Addi
Iwoke encased in a heat so severe my shirt and jeans were clinging to me. How many blankets did I have on? Was my air conditioner broken?
I moved, heard a low groan rumble in my ear, and froze.
This wasn’t heat from a blanket I’d wrapped myself in like a caterpillar’s cocoon.
It was Shawn, tangled and wrapped around me like we’d glued ourselves together at some point.
I blinked, tried to wipe the haze of sleep from my brain, and scanned down the length of my body. I was still dressed in what I’d worn to work the night before, and based on the shirt covering Shawn’s arms that were wrapped around me, his hands clasped together at the front of my stomach, so was he.
Another groan reverberated in my ear, making sparks slide down my body, straight to my thighs.
“I told you I’d have no problems sleeping on this couch,” he whispered. His voice was rough from sleep, sexier than he usually sounded. His hands pulled against my stomach and unclasped so his palms were lying flat against me.
“Shawn.”
I stopped there. He felt so damn good. And the night before, he’d given me exactly what I needed. After scrolling through Netflix, I settled on the movieBad Momsand we laughed our asses off. Okay, so I laughed my ass off, but occasionally, Shawn grunted or shook his head with his lips curled up, which I assumed was a laugh for him. Once the movie was done, he took the remote and found some action movie that involved Tom Cruise before he went nutty, which was fine with me.
But I wasn’t exactly sure how we’d gotten from that tothis: Shawn pressed up the length of me, every single inch of his muscled body pressed tightly.
His palms, splayed flat on my stomach, started to move, one coming up to my side and the other following. I was already roasting from the body heat, but an entirely different kind of heat traveled through my blood as his hands moved, softly, slowly, staying above the fabric of the shirt I’d worn to the bar the previous night.
“You okay?” he asked, and that rumble in his voice rolled right through me.
I swallowed a thick ball of nerves in my throat and nodded. If I spoke, I was sure the only thing that would come out would be a needy little moan or whimper.
His lips trailed along to my ear to my throat where they rested, and puffs of his breath hit my favorite spot, sending goose bumps spiraling across my heated flesh.
On instinct, I closed my eyes. God, this felt so damn good. He was so warm. So strong. So…everything any guy I’d ever dated wasn’t, especially Daniel. They were refined, gelled, and dressed to the nines at all times. Perfect manners and chiseled looks that seemed like Photoshop in real life.
Shawn was chiseled, but in a way where you knew he’d worked for it by working his body. It was a lifestyle, not a gym membership and a cupboard stocked with protein powders and pills.
And he was attracted to me…the woman currently on the hot mess express whose entire life had gone up in flames a week before.
Getting involved with him, even for the physical release he would surely give me, spelled disaster.
And yet I wasn’t fighting it. I wasn’t rolling away. Hell, I’d kissedhimfirst. No, instead, I was lying there, pressing my backside into him, squirming from the way my body reacted to his tender and seductive ministrations.
“This is a bad idea,” I said hoarsely.
“Only if we let it become one. I just want to feel you. That okay?”
Feel me?
Hell, I was so quickly becoming out-of-my-mind blind with lust he could do anything he wanted to me and I’d let him. It’d been years since I’d truly felt this deep pulse of desire at the apex of my thighs, years since I’d known a man could take care of me in all the right ways and all the filthy ones.