Oh God!I turned to look over my shoulder.
“Shit,” I whispered.
Reed lay behind me, spooning me, without a T-shirt. And based on the bare leg my pussy was now rubbing against, without fucking pants, either!
I turned slowly, silently praying he was wearing boxers. Silently praying I didn’t do something stupid again.
Lifting the sheet, I looked down, hoping I wouldn’t get an eyeful of Reed’s dick because his morning wood was currently poking me in the ass. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God.”
He thrust his hips, his hard-on pressing into me. “See something you like?”
I dropped the sheet at the sound of his voice. His rumbly, sexy, raspy morning voice that just vibrated through my entire body. My pussy clenched.
“No,” I said, pushing him away from me. His hard pecs flexed under my hands. Christ! How does he make his muscles so … so … musclely? The man was carved out of fucking marble.
He removed his leg from between my knees, and I had to bite back a whine. Why wasn’t he freaking out?
His mouth curved in a sleepy smirk, and he rubbed the scruff on his jaw. His dark eyes were soft, yet smoldered with an inner flame that made my skin feel as though it were on fire. Locks of dark hair fell across his forehead, begging me to run my fingers through it.
“Oh, God.” I threw back the sheet, sitting up on the edge of the mattress. My head swam and I grasped it, just as a pounding headache set in. My legs were bare, too. I was practically naked, except for my sleepshirt and underwear. “Fuck.” I breathed into my hands.
“Do you feel like you’re going to be sick?” he asked. The mattress dipped behind me as he moved, his hand going to the small of my back.
I stiffened.
“Yes,” I groaned. I was two seconds from vomiting based on the way my stomach was now roiling.
“Here.” He jumped out of bed, coming around to my side, bringing a trash can with a fresh bag close to my feet. “Or do you want me to help you to the bathroom?”
I looked at him then. Really, truly looked at him. His thick thighs dusted with hair as he crouched in front of me, his corded forearms resting on his knees, his abs flexing with each breath he took, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, his jaw ticking with concern, and his dark eyes with flecks of amber gazing at me with worry and something else I was entirely too afraid to name. My gut clenched and my heart sped up.
“Oh, God,” I said again, pulling my attention away from him. I couldn’t look at him anymore. I had to focus on anythingbuthim. The window had a nice view of the camp—more like the side of the trailer beside us—but it was better than looking at him right now. “You and me. Did we … ?”
“Lina.” His voice sounded like he was smiling. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a loss for words.”
Oh fuck the view!I shot a scathing look back at him, but he didn’t even balk. “Did we fuck last night or not?”
Reed looked like he was having to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling.
“Fuck you, Reed, if you think this is funny. I’ve neveroncegotten blackout drunk to the point of not remembering what happened the night before, and I feel like I should fucking remember if we—” Now I was the one biting the inside of my mouth.Too close to the truth.Because both times were still seared into my brain. “I don’t even remember drinking that much.”
Reed shook his head while his lips fought a smile. “We didn’t. Believe me, I’d make sure you’d remember if we had.”
“You’re a dick.” I huffed, relaxing my shoulders. Relief and regret settled in my chest.
Reed chuckled softly then. “Only for you, baby.”
“Why do you have to be such an ass?”
“Do you have any other names you’d like to call me, or are you done?”
“Ugh!” I sprang to my feet, pushing past him, hoping he’d fall on his ass, but he only rocked on his heels while I made my way to the bathroom. “Maybe go back to just grunting all your words because the ones you say now are fucking annoying.”
“Damn, sweetheart. You wound me.”
“Oh, fuck off!” I slammed the door of the bathroom to the sound of his booming laughter.
Needing to wash it all off, I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. By the time I was stepping out with a towel wrapped around me, I could smell fresh coffee and bacon on the stove. I peeked past the door to see Reed fully dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, tongs in his hand while he flipped the strips of bacon. Tiptoeing to grab my own jeans and shirt, I took my clothes back to the bathroom to dress.
