Page 45 of Hot for the Jerk

He didn’t hesitate for a second.“Of course I did.I wouldn’t be able to sleep otherwise.”

My mouth dropped open before curling into a smile.

God, that was hot.

Silence settled between us again, but I was still too electrically charged.I could barely keep my eyes closed, because every time I did, I just kept seeing Jagger with his head between my legs.My eyes adjusted to the darkness enough that I was able to count the tiles on the ceiling again.I counted them six more times.

“Did you notice that fancy ceiling yesterday?”he asked, his deep voice like a sexy lion’s purr in the dark.

Chuckling, I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see it.“No.I guess I was too drunk.”

“Yeah … me too.”

With a deep sigh, I rolled my eyes.“It’s stupid that you’re on the floor.Get in the bed, McEvoy.”

“I’m fine.”

“No.You just … didthatto me.We’re not enemies right now, and you slept in the bed last night.You’ll wreck your old man back sleeping on the floor.Get in the bed.”

“I’m fine, Elsa.Go to sleep.”

Growling, I tossed the covers off my body, climbed out of bed, and stalked over to his nest, standing over him.He blinked up at me, his arms tucked behind his head.“Get in the bed,Jagger.”

“I’m fine,Raina.”

“Get in the bed,Jagger,” I gritted out.

“You get in the bed,Raina.”Oh, he was like a toddler talking back to me.I didn’t put up with it when Marco did it, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to put up with it when the Beard did it.

Growling again, I stomped my foot, reached down, and aggressively yanked the pillow out from under his head.The back of his skull hit the floor with a dullthunk.

“Ouch,” he grumbled.“Dammit, woman.Why the fuck did you do that?”

“I’m not going to be able to sleep knowing you’re on the floor wrecking your geriatric spine.We can sleep in the same bed.It will be fine.I promise not to shiv you in the middle of the night, if you promise to keep things G-rated.”

Humor glimmered in his eyes, even in the darkness.The sides crinkled and the hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Get in the bed, McEvoy.”I plunked my hands on my hips and stared him down.

With an eye roll and a grunt, he held out his hand.“Help me up, Elsa.”

The man was nearly twice my weight, but he pretended that I actually helped pull him up.We returned the pillows to the window seat, and the blankets to the closet.

“You’re a stubborn, bossy, little cactus,” he said, shaking his head.“So, are we sleeping head-to-toe?Seeing as you think I have nice feet and all.Maybe that’s your kink?”He bobbed his eyebrows up and down, but managed to catch the pillow I hurled at his head.“You’re never going to live down that comment, you know?I’m going to pay a skywriter to advertise it in the clouds.”He swept his palm high in the air.“Raina Aaronson Loves Jagger McEvoy’s Feet.”

“Maybe youshouldsleep on the floor,” I grumbled, hating that I was smiling as I slid under the covers.“Break your back.See if I care.”

“No takesies-backsies,” he said, peeling back the covers and climbing under as well.“You invited my sexy feet into the bed, and now they’re here to stay.I’ll even let you play footsies with them if you ask nicely.”

Pulling in a deep breath and digging down deep for the last remaining shred of my patience, I rolled over onto my sideawayfrom him.“Goodnight, McEvoy.”

“Goodnight, Elsa,” he replied, utter amusement coloring his words.“Thanks for my midnight snack.”

I whipped around back onto my back and smacked his chest.

“Ouch!”he said, chuckling.“Why do you keep hurting me?You really are a rosebush.All pretty and nice smelling, but up close, you’re out to maim.”

“And don’t you forget it,” I said, grinning like a fool.

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