Page 12 of Shielding Lexi (Temptation)

I don’t say anything, as I figure it might be Hawk checking on me like he said he would.

Have I really been counting sheep that long?

The figure moves toward the bed and leans over me. “You’re awake,” Hawk says, sitting on the bed next to me. I roll onto my side to face him and his voice is smooth and comfortingashis hand goes immediately to my back.

“My brain just won’t shut off.” I’m sounding annoyed, and I feel bad. It’s not his problem to fix me, but I’m feeling raw.

“We don’t have any sleeping meds here, and the—”

“Is it weird to ask you to lay with me for a bit?” I ask, between my head doing circles,

Hawk looks away then back again as though he’s thinking over the request and my heart begins to race.

Maybe I shouldn’t have asked. If anyone see’s us together, it’s going to be weird for him with the other guys, I’m sure.

“It’s okay, I’m—”

“No,” he says, hopping over me to the opposite side of the bed. “I want to lay here with you.”

He’s dressed in soft cotton sleep shorts and no shirt. He climbs in behind me, spooning his body gently around mine. He lays his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him, and I angle my body to press into his.

The contours and planes of his body are hard. Not just his shoulders and chest, but his legs, too. He gives off waves of heat and within moments I can feel sweat build up between us. I pull the sheet off our legs to get some air, and as I wriggle around the bed, he lands his hand on my hip and pulls me into his waist. The hard ridge of his cock is at attention. I try to ignore it, but he’s huge, and it’s nearly impossible.

“Sorry about that,” he says, clearing his throat and pulling away from me.

I immediately miss the warmth and twist to look at him.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s nothing to be—”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone this close and—”

“Really, it’s fine. I get it. It’s probably the stress anyway. Sometimes when I’m stressed, it feels good to… ya know.” I lower my eyes and nod my head a little hoping he gets the point.

“It feels good to what?” he asks, now running his hand up and down my arm, his gaze on me. Static runs down my spine and between my legs, forcing an ache into my core.

“It feels good to be touched, to be intimate, to know that someone’s got you.”

He scoots in a bit closer, wrapping me up in his arms. His long, hard dick poking at my stomach as he maneuvers.

“I know you’re scared, Lexi. I would be too. But whatever happens, I’ll be right here next to you. I promise.”

“We just met,” I say. “What if I remember tomorrow that I’m part of that Dagger gang and I murdered a bunch of people?”

“Do you want to murder people now?” he asks, brushing hair from the side of my face.

I shake my head, “Of course not!”

“Well then, I doubt you’ve murdered people. And if you did,” he says, brushing his hand down over my hip, “I’ll be happy to show you the road back to good.”

I raise my brows and smile. “Is that right?”

He grins and tickles me softly on my ribs until I begin to squirm, his body now nearly on top of me as we roll back and forth on the bed. “Besides something tells me you couldn’t hurt a fly.”

Quiet laughter spills from my lips and it feels good. I’ve been so pent up with stress that the relief of tension is nearly euphoric, and I don’t want it to stop.

Playfully, I tickle Hawk back, hoping to keep the silliness going, but our gaze meets in near darkness and the room quiets. His heavy body now on top of mine, his biceps flexing next to me as he holds himself in place.

My clit twitches and the ache I’d felt earlier returns as his cock grows hard again, pressing into my leg.

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