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His brow crinkled as he raked his eyes over me. “You changed.”
“I had some clothes in the dresser. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
I didn’t know what I’d been thinking wearing that nightgown. A long time ago, Elena had gotten me in the habit of wearing pretty pajamas, but I should have thought before packing one for this trip. Of course Luca wouldn’t want to share a bed with me when I was wearing a silk slip. To me, it was comfortable. To him, it probably looked like I was trying to seduce him.
The sweatpants and T-shirt I had put on felt like they were strangling my legs and drowning my torso, but I could suck it up for one night. Especially after Luca had stood by my side while my mother chose to put her worst foot forward.
Luca picked up the pillows one by one and tossed them aside, then climbed into bed, rolling onto his side to face me.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Saoirse. You made my dick hard.” He plucked the hem of my loose T-shirt. “This doesn’t help.”
I shifted to my side too. There was still a good amount of mattress between us. “I can take care of it for you.” Reaching out, I laid my hand on his side, just above the waistband of his sleep pants. “Do you want me to touch you? Suck you?”
He caught my hand, pulling it up to his chest. “You’re killing me.”
“I’m trying to make it better.”
“I know you are, pretty girl. And I want all those things. I want to fuck the hell out of you until we’re both sore. But there is no way I am going to do that with your father sleeping right down the hall. I need to be able to make you scream, and that is not going to happen here.”
His words made me dizzy, sending blood straight to my core. Scissoring my legs back and forth, I was all too aware of the slickness between my folds.
“Are you trying to kill me too?” I choked out.
He huffed, his head falling forward to our clasped hands. “If I have to die, I’m not going alone.” His free hand shot out, giving my butt a smack. “Go to sleep so I’m not tempted to defile you in your father’s house.”
“You can’t say filthy things to me, spank my ass, and expect me to fall asleep.”
“That is exactly what I expect, sleepy girl. You’ve had a long, tough day. I saw your tired eyes before I commented on your pajamas. You’re wrecked. It’s time for you to shut it all off and rest.”
“You’ve had a long, tough day too. Are you going to shut it all off?”
“Eventually.” He swatted my butt again. “Go to sleep.”
I grinned in the dark. “Fine. You have to let go of my hand first.”
He shoved it back at me. “Get out of here.”
Laughing softly, I flipped to my other side, giving him my back. A moment later, the blankets were pulled up to my shoulders and tucked around me. I settled down in the warm bed, smiling to myself at the sweetness of the act, the day, which had been mostly good, the house I loved, the ranch that refueled me when I visited. Soon, I was so heavy I had no choice but to fall.
Sometime in the night, I woke warmer than usual. Awareness crept over me little by little. The sound of breathing behind me. A big, hard body against my back. The arm banded firmly around my middle. Luca’s legs tangled with mine.
I knew Luca’s secret. He was a cuddler.
Closing my eyes again, I snuggled even closer and fell back into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.
When I woke again, it was morning, and I was alone in bed. Light drifted from beneath the bathroom door. That and the sound of the shower running told me where Luca was.
He emerged minutes later, only wearing a pair of jeans, the top button unsnapped. My mouth went dry as I watched him stride across the room to his bag.
He stopped suddenly, turning toward the bed, and found me watching. The corners of his mouth curved.
“I woke up to my cock trying to dig a hole through my pants and yours.”
I laughed and sat up, swinging my feet to the floor. “That’s because you spent half the night cuddling me.”
His hands went to his hips, providing an erotic frame of his low-slung jeans and the V of muscle that disappeared beneath them. A few more inches and things would have gotten even more interesting.
“You don’t know that.”
