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I had no words to describe the jumble of emotions running through me, so I managed only a weak nod. In the background, the movie played, and all I could think about was him. Us.
You’re my girl.
* * *
Awareness dawned on me slowly.Chirping birds. Sunlight filtered through curtains. Limbs tangled with an inferno.
Lee.
As soon as I realized it was Lee’s long, heavy limbs wrapped around me, I stiffened. His masculine smell was everywhere. His steady breathing wafted in my hair as the rise and fall of his chest moved in time with my own breathing.
Somehow we’d ended up in Lee’s bed with one of his legs slung around me, his other arm draped across my ribs and ... cupping my tit.
I blinked away the sleep and looked down to see Lee’s wide palm over his T-shirt, stretching across my boob.
My nipple immediately stiffened under his palm. My hips inched backward, quietly testing the limits of a cuddle session with Lee—in his bed.
His hips shifted forward, a low growl of awareness forming in his throat.
Lee’s nose buried deeper into my hair as he pulled me impossibly closer, and I had to stifle a groan as my center clenched hopelessly around nothing. I wasn’t a strong enough woman not to arch my back and grind into his morning wood like a cat in heat, so instead I slowly attempted to roll and face him.
His long dark lashes fanned out over his chiseled cheekbones.
Why is it that men get the good eyelashes? Totally unfair.
As I moved, his legs straightened to give me room, but his arm stayed banded around my rib cage. Facing him, I continued to study his sleeping face until a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“You’re awake.” I slapped at his shoulder, and he pulled me in closer with a hum. I buried my face into his neck, embarrassment washing over me.
I pressed my eyes shut. “I’m sorry I got seasick and puked all over your bathroom.”
Lee rested his chin on top of my head, not letting me go. “I’ve seen you sick before.”
I considered a moment that, yeah, I guess he had. But something about how our relationship had shifted made me uneasy about him seeing that side of me.
Still embarrassed, I stayed silent.
His arms gave my body a squeeze. “I’ll always take care of you.”
Blinking up at him, he was looking down at me. He smiled a sleepy morning smile and all I could think was,Oh shit.
There was no way I was ever getting out of this unbroken.
A hard mass pressed against my leg. I looked down but couldn’t see past where his bare chest pressed against my T-shirt. “Are younaked?”
His chuckle rumbled through me. “No, of course not. After you slept through the movie, my arm fell asleep, so I moved us in here. I’m not naked, but it is morning, and you’re wearing nothing butmyT-shirt.”
His hand disappeared below the sheet to adjust himself, and molten heat flooded between my legs at the primal, masculine gesture.
With a little distance between us, I took in his bare chest in a way I rarely allowed myself to. One tattoo blended into the next as they swept across his chest and down his arms.
Tentatively I dragged one finger across his pecs. “You’ve added more.”
An appreciative growl rumbled in his throat at my gentle touch. “A few.”
Old tattoos, like the sun and moon Lee had gotten when he turned eighteen—and regretted—or his mother’s name written in her handwriting, faded into fresher black ink. Many he got around his time in the Army, but others he’d added over the last few years. Across his ribs, my fingers paused. My eyes widened as I read the faded, looping script over and over.
There is no distance between your heart and mine.
