Page 59 of The Billionaire's Baby
"I think… I really need to get out of bed."
"I can control myself, if you can."
"What?"
"I know that you sense this," he angles his hips just right, and his thickness slides up against me, "but it’s just morning wood."
"Then why do you have your arms wrapped around me like it is going out of fashion."
"Keeping you warm, babe."
I shiver at the endearment. Bet the a-hole is half asleep. That’s the only reason he sounds so warm and cuddly… Correction, he is very warm…. And most definitely, massively cuddly, emphasis on the 'massive.' I squeeze my eyes shut. Can’t stop myself from heading down that path of thinking, huh?
"Surely you can think of a better excuse," I grumble.
"Is that what you think?"
"Isn’t it?" I toss my head, or try to, because I can’t move… I literally can’t budge with how the alphahole is wrapped around me.
"Okay then." He releases me, pulls away, and the cold instantly seeps in. What the—? How is that possible? Did I get used to the proximity of his body heat so very quickly? I mean, we’ve barely spent the night together, and already, I miss being held by him.
"On the other hand," I mutter, "maybe there’s no hurry for me to leave here."
"What’s that?" he drawls.
"I mean, you can go back to doing uh—whatever it was—"
"Can’t hear you, babe."
I hear the laughter in his voice, and I pout.
"I know you do, you ass. Just get back here and assume the position of, uh… You know—"
"Spooning," he rumbles from above me. "That’s the technical term you’re looking for, I believe?"
My toes curl. Just the thought of him fitting his body to mine again... OMG. My throat closes. I slide my arms down between my legs, both to keep warm, but also so I can push up against my empty core.
"Say the word, darlin'.
I sigh.
"Go on. How difficult can it be, hmm?"
His tone dips to a hush—the honey to my chai tea, the cream to my coffee, the ice to my vodka… You get the picture?
I blow out a breath, then mumble, "Please."
"Couldn’t hear you."
What the hell? Why is he drawing this out in such an agonizing manner? "Fine." I turn to face him. "Spoon me."
My gaze clashes with his, holds.
His chest rises and falls.
His arm is folded under his head, and his biceps bulge… And damn it, why does that look so bloody hot? It’s not like I haven’t seen naked men before… But somehow, the beauty of his angular face, the puffy lips, the square jaw, the skin of his cheeks, still flushed from his nights’ sleep, the tousled hair… Jesus, it’s too much.
I lower my gaze, take in the planes of his chest, the sheet that dips low down on his hips, the hair that arrows down to his happy place… Okay, my happy place.No, no, no. What am I thinking?
