Page 35 of Hidden Shadows
Her chest stopped moving. But still, she remained silent.
“I know you’re awake.”
She cringed, then slowly pushed up on his chest to look at him. And fuck, her eyes destroyed him. Not only that, but he saw too much cleavage. And the way her hard nipples pushed against the thin material of her top was like an assault on his senses.
She swallowed. “Hey.”
“What are you doing in here?”
She nibbled her bottom lip. Immediately, his focus shifted down, his body locking as the need to reach out and tug that lip out like he had the previous night hit him hard.
“You were having a nightmare.”
Her words made the heat inside him turn cold and dread pit his gut.
Fuck. He’d had one of his nightmares and she’d heard? Not only that, she’dseenit.
“I was worried,” she continued, her gaze roaming his face. “I thought maybe…there was someone in here and you were in trouble.”
His brows slashed together. “You thought someone was in here, and you decided to come in instead of running in the other direction? God, Finley, did you even have a weapon?”
“Yes.” Her head turned, and he followed her gaze to a curtain rod.
Shit. “Finley. If you ever think I’m in trouble again, you runaway, not toward me.”
“No. I’m not running if you need help.”
“What if someone was in here with a gun?”
“Then I’d have distracted him long enough to give you a chance to get the upper hand.”
God, this woman…
He shook his head in wonder. Then her thumb grazed his flesh, and he was again reminded of just how little clothing they were both wearing.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” he said in a voice that was too gruff. “This time of year tends to make the nightmares worse.”
Why the hell had he gone and added that last part?
Her eyes softened. “You don’t need to apologize.”
“Why did you stay in here?”
“I wasn’t going to.” Her cheeks shaded a pretty pink. “You weren’t waking, so I lay beside you and whispered that you were safe. When you finally calmed, I started to crawl away, but you wrapped your arm around my waist and pulled me against you.”
So even when he was unconscious, he was irrevocably drawn to this woman. “So you stayed.”
“So I stayed.” Her thumb swiped over his chest again. Once more, his heart thumped. “I meant to leave when you relaxed, but I guess I fell asleep.”
No wonder he felt so damn well rested. “Thank you for waking me. And being willing to curtain rod an intruder.”
Her lips turned up. “Hey…I would have taken that intruder down.”
Another fucking twitch of his cock. “I believe you.”
At the beat of silence, the smile slowly slipped from her lips, her attention shifting down to his mouth. Almost of its own accord, his hand lifted to her cheek, then behind her head, before tugging her down until their mouths met.
Finley softened into him, her moan a quiet whisper in the room. When her fingers slid over his chest, his heart began to race. He ran his tongue over the seam of her lips. She opened for him, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, dueling with hers.
