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Ashlyn
It was cruel, the way this man looked sleeping. Even after the somewhat manic evening between us, I’d crawled into bed exhausted, ready to roll over and ignore my newfound roommate.
He’d come in from the shower, his face relaxed, his suit pants swapped for a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. My thighs had actually clenched.Clenched.
And he’d just stood there, calmly plugging in his phone like he wasn’t a walking thirst trap waiting to throw me and my dirty thoughts straight into another universe.
Rude. Arrogant.
But hot. So very, very hot.
As if reading my mind, he’d quirked a straight, dark brow in my direction. “Everything alright, Ashlyn?”
Clearing my throat, I’d tossed my hair, braided neatly down my back, over a shoulder to give him a haughty look.
“You take longer to get ready for bed than any woman I’ve ever lived with. And that’s saying a lot. I was in a sorority.”
I smirked as my comment landed. But instead of responding with another tension-destroying volley of words, Liam simply lowered his lids, the dark lashes sweeping over his eyes as he regarded me, in his bed, in his clothes. His stare was slow, deliberate, and I could actually feel the temperature in the room rise by ten degrees.
As his eyes met mine, he reached down, gripping the hem of his T-shirt as he peeled the fabric over his body and tossed it at a hamper a few feet behind him. A man who actually used a laundry hamper should’ve been what stole my attention, but there were far more pressing matters at hand.
Namely one, two, three…no, six of them. All perfect abs that quivered and stretched as he turned back to the bed. Liam Macklen was ripped.
Again, I cursed the world, I cursed Cici for getting me into the situation I was in now. But I couldn’t curse God for somehow managing to create someone who looked like him.
Swallowing, I pulled my eyes away from the beautiful, sculpted torso, the line of dark hair that disappeared at the vee of his hips.
“I’m not one of your roommates, Ashlyn,” he said softly.
Again, thank you, Captain Obvious.
The lamp behind him winked out and blankets moved. I quickly rolled to the side, yanking the sheets up to my neck and promising myself that I had more dignity than pretending to bump into him in bed and having a chance to trace all those beautiful lines myself.
Thankfully, he seemed keen to ignore my panting breath, and I heard him settle in the sheets, his long legs pushing the blankets out between us.
How was I supposed to sleep next to him? All I could think about was how good he might taste or how it would feel to have that body moving against mine. Heat flashed over my body, and I actually twitched. Clapping a hand over my crotch, I lectured myself.
This was strictly business. He was doing me a favor to watch over me during a medical situation. I know almost nothing about him. I didn’t have time for a complication as big as I was sure he was.
Sucking in a breath, I ignored the little burst of pleasure under my own fingers.
I had been single for a long time, and if my body knew anything, it was that fingers in that area were possibly the only shot I had at getting off. I pressed my hand a little firmer, knowing that this insanity would end any moment. I would smell him, lying there so close beside me. My fingers moved, practically on their own, just a teasing glance through his sweatpants. God, it felt amazing.
The smallest, roughest little groan slid from my lips. His breathing, which had already been soft, rhythmic, suddenly skipped. I extracted my hand as gently as I could.
“Ashlyn, are you alright?” His voice was rough, grating, and for a long moment, I almost considered rolling to that dark voice and pleading my case. Telling him how long it had been since a man touched me. Then begging him to send me skipping over the release that lurked just below my skin.
But I couldn’t. I had work to do, and I needed his help, not his cock. I flattened myself on the bed and spoke into the pillow.
“Yeah, of course I am. G‘night, Liam.” I prayed that the pillow muffled the pant of disappointment that filled up my gut.
The sheets moved as he settled back into the bedding. A final word. “Let me know if you need anything.”
God help me.
I’d slammed my eyes shut, counting abs instead of sheep as I’d begged my brain to get some sleep.
