Page 15 of Undo Me

Chapter 4

Someone must have gotten drunk last night. Their hangover was so bad even he could feel it. He tried to separate himself from the pain, as he had in the past, but it wasn’t working. In fact, the harder he tried to focus, the more he hurt. The unrelenting discomfort served to remind him that he wasn’t inside Rousseau or anyone else. He was in his own body. Human for a day.

So far, the experience left a lot to be desired.

He shifted his legs beneath the thin sheet that covered him. A bed. A soft bed, with blissfully cool sheets that were like heaven on his skin. That was a step in the right direction. Better than a cemetery for the things he had planned.

Where was he exactly? Had he only dreamed that Allegra and Michelle had found him? And the other female, who was she? The one with eyes like the deepest ocean, and a sharp, stubborn chin he had the strangest urge to bite. He hadn’t seen the rest of her, but he was sure it would be just as delectable.

“He must be thinking good thoughts.”

“According to you he doesn’t know any other kind.”

BD kept his eyes closed, fighting the urge to smile. Michelle and, he would guess, his blue-eyed siren. His erection grew thicker and he breathed out slowly, enjoying the sensation of blood and need filling his cock. It ached more than he’d expected, but it was a good ache. And it spread through his limbs, sparking nerves along the way. Alive. That was how he felt, knowing she was watching him. Watching his growing arousal tenting the sheet for her.

Come closer,cher. You know you want to.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay alone with him? I don’t feel good about leaving him yet, not after finding him unconscious, but I really want to hear what Mama has to say about this. Plus, Allegra’s dress needs—”

“I’ll be fine, Michelle,” Blue Eyes interrupted. “I’ll read.”

“With all that to look at, you’ll just read?” BD appreciated her disbelief.

“Honestly? I’m not sure what all the fuss is about.”

“What about those dreams you mentioned?”

What dreams? And why was he so insulted by the woman’s apparent disinterest? It was obviously a ploy to get Michelle out of the room so she could have her wicked way with him.

“They were only dreams, Michelle. Unfortunately, reality is something completely different.”

“So you’re saying you don’t find him irresistibly attractive?”

Bone Daddy inwardly huffed, waiting to hear the answer.

“He’s too pretty, don’t you think? I mean, for a fantasy, that’s fine. But in real life? I can’t imagine wanting to actually date a man who looks like that. Ruggedly handsome, yes, even large and adorable—but truly pretty? You’d always wonder if he’d like your new lace panties more on you or himself.”

Michelle’s laughter felt like knives on his skin. He held himself totally still as she left with a promise to return shortly. Didn’t move a muscle until he heard the door shut behind her, and the bedside chair creaking as Blue Eyes leaned back with a weary sigh.

Then he pounced.

Her breath rushed out of her lungs and he felt his own body throb in pain when her knee jammed into his side, but he got her beneath him. It was worth it to smile into her shocked, beautiful face.

“Too pretty?”

“You heard that?”

“Heard and accepted.”

“Accepted?”

“Your challenge to be better than your fantasies of me. I accept. Just as you knew I would, I’m sure.”

Those blue eyes darkened, pupils dilating, and he knew she could feel the heat of his erection pressing between her thighs. He was dizzy, overwhelmed by new sensations. There. He needed to be right—he rocked between her thighs—there. Damn, that was a strong, primal feeling. He wanted more.

“Oh, cher. I had no idea. Give me a minute to get my bearings, and then I’ll prove to you just how rugged and adorable I can b— Oomph!”

He landed between the bed and the chair, the hard drop to the floor jarring him from his tailbone to his teeth. “Fuck, that hurts.”

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