His grin emerges. “Nope.”
A slab of concrete lifts off my chest in relief. “We shouldn’t mess this up,” I say quietly. “We both have too much riding on your tour, but maybe we can be friends.”
“We’re married,” he says.
“On paper. Practically speaking, I’m just your nanny.”
“So… friends. Instead of?—?”
“Instead of strangers who go their separate ways in a few months and never talk again.”
He grins and turns to face me. “Why, Aurora Anderson, are you saying you wanna be in my life?”
“I’m saying I know where this ends if we throw caution to the wind, and I don’t want to feel disposable when you decide to move on.” Perhaps that was too honest, but I can’t take the words back.
His eyes soften. “Maybe you’re the one who moves on. Maybe you crush me under your little Chucks.”
Rolling my eyes, I giggle. “Shut up, fool.”
He rubs a strand of my hair between his fingers. “Can we still snuggle?”
I tap my chin as I pretend to think about it. “Depends. Can I be the little spoon?”
When he moves closer and tucks me to his warm chest, I sigh.
Snuggling doesn’t have to mean anything.
21
JACE
Not sure why,but I wake at the ass crack of dawn, hard, aching, and annoyed.
Rory is wrapped around me like a human octopus, and there’s nothing I wanna do more than whip off her dainty pajamas and bury my face between her thighs.
I’m not sure she realizes how much I enjoyed that pre-show kiss I planted on her. I was hard the entire night. Even after I got home and jerked off in the shower, the moment I jumped in bed and smelled her warm vanilla scent, the problem reemerged.
Then we decided not to fuck, which I admit was a good idea even if my dick does not.
And here we are again.
Except now, her tits press against my chest and her leg is slung over mine. I can feel her heat on my thigh. Why did I suggest we snuggle?
“Up! Up!” Layla calls from her crib, and I groan.
Rory lifts her head and smiles at me. “Good morning.” Fuck, she’s cute. She sits up to stretch while I get a nice long look at her perky tits through her thin top.
Jesus, I need another shower.
I cough and slide out of bed, hoping I can keep my back to her. It’s one thing to talk about screwing in the middle of the night and another to greet her first thing with my morning wood. “Would you mind getting Layla?”
“Sure. Why? Are you going somewhere?”
“You really want that answer?” I ask as I hobble to our bathroom.
“Are you… are you okay?”
Annoyed, I turn around and point south. “No, I’m not okay. If you don’t mind, I’m gonna go jerk off so I can feel human again.”
