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He might as well shoot himself with his own gun. The offer was just asking for trouble, but Jesse hated the scared look in Sam’s eyes.
“Are you asking to sleep with me?” His mate sounded shocked.
“Sleep,” Jesse clarified.
“I know. I couldn’t resist.” Sam chuckled, but it sounded strained. “If you don’t mind. I’m still kind of freaking out over the last time I fell asleep and what I woke up to.”
“I get it.” Jesse removed his boots and set them next to the nightstand. His mate was wearing sweats and a T-shirt. Jesse wasn’t looking forward to sleeping in his slacks, but no fucking way was he taking them off. “Go ahead and climb into bed.”
When Sam did, settling back, Jesse climbed in next to him. It would have been nice to shut the light off, but he didn’t dare. But he did make sure he stayed on top of the covers while Sam was nestled beneath them. If he’d crawled under there, he just might spoon Sam, and that could lead to a more interesting night.
* * * *
Sam woke with a start. He’d been having a messed-up dream and was glad it hadn’t been real. Then he realized he was slung over Jesse’s chest, one leg over the man’s thighs. He started to move, but Jesse’s arm became a steel band, stopping him.
When Sam looked up, he saw that Jesse was still asleep. He tried again to ease away, but Jesse turned, trapping Sam against his side. He pulled Sam closer.
Hell, Jesse’s scent surrounded him.
Sam swallowed and stared at Jesse’s face, dying to run his fingers over the closely trimmed beard. Jesse also had a pouty lower lip that Sam wanted to nibble on. To run his tongue over and to suck into his mouth. His groin tightened at the thought, creating a tent in his sweat pants.
Then Jesse’s eyes opened. Pretty blue eyes that took Sam’s breath away. His father had been so wrong. Jesse wasn’t a savage. He was something to behold, protective, thoughtful, and pissy when angry, but he hadn’t resorted to violence like Malcolm said their kind always did.
As they stared at each other, Sam’s heart thumped wildly.
“Did you need something?” Jesse’s voice was husky from sleep, sending waves of desire through Sam.
A kiss. “Um, no.”
Sam was embarrassed that he’d been caught gawking at the guy. That had to seem downright creepy to Jesse, to wake up to someone watching him. But Sam hadn’t been able to help it. Jesse was just too gorgeous for his own good, and no person with a set of eyes would be able to resist.
Jesse ran the pad of his thumb over Sam’s forehead. “You’re sweaty, and your pupils are dilated. I can also smell fear on you.”
Sam thought about their earlier argument and didn’t want Jesse to think he was still afraid of the guy, so he went with the truth. “Bad dream.”
So far Jesse hadn’t said anything about Sam being draped over him, and Sam was too afraid to move, afraid it would break whatever spell he was under.
Now Jesse was rubbing his thumb over Sam’s cheek. “Want to talk about it?”
“Not really.” Sam tried to ease back, but Jesse tightened the arm he had around Sam’s waist.
“It might help.” He kept caressing Sam’s cheek then his chin. If the guy only knew what his touch was doing to Sam’s body. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m a good listener.”
Was he a good kisser? Sam was dying to find out, but he didn’t want to take the chance and get rejected, no matter how intimately Jesse was holding him. “I think that breakfast you promised would help.”
When Jesse grinned, all of Sam’s insides melted. “It might.”
Then Jesse dipped his head, as if he’d read Sam’s thoughts. Their lips touched, and Sam sucked in a breath, shivering as Jesse cupped the back of his head and held him in place, giving Sam the best kiss of his life. Sam’s cock became hard as he moaned into Jesse’s mouth and gripped his bicep as he clung to the man. Jesse swept his tongue against Sam’s lips, and Sam opened for him, his skin flushing hot.
He felt drugged, greedy, whimpering for more. The ache was deep inside of him, and Sam wanted release. He dropped his hand from Jesse’s bicep and brushed his knuckles over the man’s erection. Jesse hissed into his mouth. Sam gave a gentle squeeze.
Jesse broke the kiss. “Babe, you’re gonna have to stop.” He grabbed Sam’s wrist and pulled his hand away. “Won’t be able to control myself if you keep touching me.”
Sam pressed his teeth into his lower lip, encouraged by Jesse’s reaction. “What if I want you to lose control?”
Never before had Sam wanted to lose control. He was primed, ready for sex, eager to find out just how skilled a lover Jesse would be. He wanted all those hard muscles curled around him while Jesse pounded into him.
Jesse closed his eyes as if fighting not to before he opened them again. “You heard your father. No touching you.”
