Page 26 of Her Demanding Biker
And as soon as I was on my side, I realized why people didn't sleep in regular clothes.
My dress was twisted around my body, but there was no way I was going to untangle it. I didn't want to wake him up.
I needed time to process.
I need time to think.
"You're up."
Well there went that time I needed.
"You fell asleep while we were talking."
The bed dipped behind me and then I felt a wall of heat at my back.
A wall of muscle.
When people talk about muscle memory, this isn't what they had in mind, but I remembered the feel of him at my back. This was just... more.
More of his heat.
More muscle.
It helped to remind me that there had been years since we'd been this close.
"You ready to talk again?"
I pursed my lips together. I didn't trust myself to say anything.
This early in the morning, I'd likely spill my guts to him.
I had no filter before my first cup of coffee and since I found out I was pregnant coffee was off the table. So was my favorite iced tea, sugarless of course.
Yuck.
"Arlys?"
I was struggling with my thoughts, trying to figure out a way to delay talking about anything of substance when I felt Logan's hand touch my hip.
I was suddenly completely awake and on edge.
There was just something about the way I felt when Logan touched me.
Alive.
Electric.
Like every cell in me was vibrating with life.
I'd felt it last night, but it was different now. I wasn't still reeling from the shock of seeing him again.
"Honey?"
My eyes closed and I let myself remember what it was like when I was younger.
What it was like to feel deliriously, wholeheartedly in love.
The kind of love where you sink into it like a warm, soothing bath.
