Page 46 of Twisted Hearts

Shawn was leaning over the edge of the bed, one knee braced on it and both hands on the mattress. His hair was messed up andoh shit…had I donethatwhen I grabbed him?

“I am so sorry,” I muttered, voice raspy. I hadn’t realized anything could be more embarrassing or difficult than having to tell Jaxon and Shawn why I’d run from my wedding, but this…this was a million times more humiliating.

“Addi,” he said, and it fell from his lips like a tortured groan.

“Oh God, I did. I am so…so sorry.” I shoved my legs to the other side of the bed and stood. My dream was still bright and vivid in my head, and my nipples were still hard beneath my bra. Other parts of me were wet.

“It’s okay.” Shawn wiped his hand across his mouth. Removing the taste of me? Of course he was.

No one wanted to be touched and assaulted like that. Shame flooded my veins, and my legs trembled from the force of it.

“Shawn—”

His head rose, steely blue eyes piercing me and holding me in place. “If you think I’m upset about that, you are far from correct.”

I took him in. Flushed cheeks. Hard jaw. Chest breathing heavily, and below…oh dear.

His tight jeans did nothing to conceal the bulge…thebulge. It was…wow.

My gaze flew to his, and I caught the smirk twisting his lips.

Mortified. I couldn’t have been any more mortified than if he’d walked in on me when I was naked, taking care of myself and screaming out his name. Hell, I’d slammed my mouth to his—I’d practically done just that.

I dropped my face to my hands and scrubbed. As if I’d ever be able to erase what I had just caught a glimpse of. “Listen, I’m so sorry. I was dreaming, and you—”

“You were dreaming about me?” His rumbly, growly voice wasnothelping calm me down.

He stood then and pressed his hands to his hips, pushing out his chest. That bulge had yet to minimize in any way, and based on the heat in his eyes, it didn’t look like it was going to go away any time soon.

Stop staring at his dick!

I blinked, tried to focus on him, but seriously…it was that impressive. All of him.

“Addi…”

His voice trailed off, and that rumble went straight to the part of me that was still hot and needy.

“Um, can I plead the fifth?”

His eyes closed and he chuckled, making the tension in the room pop like a balloon.

“We’ll finish this conversation later.” He took a step back from the bed. “I came in here to tell you it’s time to get ready for work. I need to eat before then.”

“What time is it?” I glanced at my alarm clock but couldn’t see it behind the piles of throw pillows on my bed.

“Five.”

My nose scrunched. That didn’t give me a ton of time.

“How about I order something instead?”

It was like he’d read my mind.

“That’d be good. Thanks.”

“Sure.”

I skirted around the bed, still so embarrassed about the dream I could stillfeellingering in my mind and tingling in my body, reminders that gave me physical sensations. I figured he was going to wait for me to get to the bathroom and that was why he stayed still. I kept my eyes focused on my destination and not on the sexy man in my bedroom, so I missed it when his arm came out and his hand settled at my stomach as I moved to get around him.

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