Page 71 of The Savage King

I look at the uncarpeted floor and back at him. “You’ll never sleep. It’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed before.”

Decker places his hands on his hips. “You think I’m going to get any sleep with your little bottom pressed up against me?”

“Don’t say it like that.” I cross my arms.

“Like what?”

“All...sexy and stuff.”

He shakes his head. “Get changed. I’m going to move the car, then I’ll be back.”

I use the bathroom, giving the other women a little wave as I step back into the bedroom and change into the cotton nightie we purchased earlier. I build up a sweat just doing that, so I flop down onto the mattress and go spread eagle, letting the breeze of the fan cool me.

Which it doesn’t.

Outside, I hear Decker and the women speaking Spanish again and close my eyes. Some doors bang closed and then I feel his presence once more.

“Izzy, for the love of god,” he growls.

I open one eye and then the other to find him gazing down at me. I shuffle over and climb under the sheet.

“I’m hot. I’m not used to this heat like you are.”

“Yeah, well, I’m still a man and I still want to fuck you, so keep that ass of yours away from me,” he says, turning off the light.

Damn.I was hoping for a strip show.

I might not be able to have sex with him, but he’s a masterpiece of the male specimen. I’ve not seen him naked, except his chest, and don’t think there is a woman alive who would look away.

As my eyes adjust, I can see all I need to.

Thank you, universe.

He rips off his t-shirt and with a quick pop and zip, he’s out of his shorts.

Jesus Christ, he’s commando.

“This is not a good idea,” I say when Decker slides in beside me. The heat of his muscular body immediately consumes me, and I tuck my fingers into my palm to stop from reaching out and touching him.

“I’ve slept in clothes for three days straight. Forgive me if my balls want to breathe.”

I blink at him as he turns on his side and faces me. I don’t think talking about his junk is a good idea, so I ask the question I’ve been waiting to ask.

“Why are we here?”

“Javier is doing a job for me. I need to ensure he does it, so we’re sticking around until I hear from him.” Decker replies, wriggling and tucking his arm under his head.

He kicks the sheet off his lower legs.

I do the same.

“It is hot.” He smirks, those silver eyes of his sparkling in the moonlight coming through the curtains.

I smile.

“What?” he asks.

“You don’t smile often. You look handsome when you smile.”

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