Page 120 of Show Me How
He looks down at his chest. “No. It’s normal for it to look like that.”
“Are you lying?”
“No, Millie. I’m not lying,” he drawls, dropping his arm as he rolls toward me. It curls around my waist over the heavy blanket. “Is that why you look so worried?”
“Why else would I be worried?”
“Other than the fact you’re in my bed this morning?”
I flip onto my back, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. “Oh! I didn’t even think?—”
“We didn’t,” he soothes, voice still rough. “I wouldn’t have done that. You were drunk.”
“I know. I just don’t really know howIam after more than one drink,” I admit, relaxing into the mattress.
Shade tightens his hold on me, letting his heavy arm drape across my stomach. “You’re the same you always are around me. Bright and bubbly.”
“Okay, cocky,” I say with a snort.
“Am I wrong?”
The question is a heavier hitter than I think either of us anticipated, because no, he isn’t wrong.
“Did I crawl into your bed on my own, or did you bring me here?” I ask, trying to get even.
He rubs my stomach over the blanket. “Is there a right answer to that question?”
“Yep.”
“You know damn well you didn’t crawl into my bed, Millie.”
I smile, trying to trap it down but failing. “So, you brought me here all on your own.”
“I needed to make sure you didn’t choke on throw up in your sleep,” he drawls, studying my expression as it twists.
“Right. I’m sure that was the entire reason.”
Leaning up, he hovers over me slightly, raising his hand to run his knuckles along my jaw. “Do you need another one?”
“I’d like one,” I admit, forcing my confidence not to falter.
“And if I told you that it was because I just wanted to have you here? In my bed next to me when I woke up?”
I release a breath and tilt my chin, bringing our mouths so, so close. “Well, then I would tell you to kiss me so it was a morning to remember.”
He doesn’t hesitate to do just that. The first press of our mouths is soft, a warm caress that grows hotter, firmer. I grab his wrist, holding it tightly as if I’m scared he’ll let me go already. The thought alone has my heart clunking against my rib cage.
In one smooth motion, he rolls over my body, using one arm to keep himself from crushing me beneath his weight. I let him separate our lips long enough to chuckle, shifting his hold from my jaw to my waist, squeezing me there.
Opening my eyes, I watch him glance down my body to where the blanket has been pulled down, revealing my lack of usual pyjamas. I almost laugh when I realize what I’m wearing.
“I suppose dressing me in your clothes was also your idea?”
His smirk is straight sin. “Fucking right it was.”
“And here I thought you secretly loved my silk sets.”
“You’re going to get more than you bargained for this morning if you keep teasing me.”
