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“A nap,” she yawned, “sounds great.”
ChapterEleven
Lucas peered over the top of his monitor screen just as Raina turned on the sofa, tucking his blazer tighter around her.
Blankets.
His office needed blankets.
Usually, when he slept in his office, he was too tired to care about needing covers. There was the option of providing her with his body heat, but being in the same room was challenging enough; she still had on the leggings and sports bra from the final photo shoot underneath her jacket, and the pink fabric fit her like melted butter. He wanted to lie next to her, holding her against him while burying his“d-nose”in her“p-hair.”
Things were going well.
They were being nice to each other.
Twice now, she’d used a term of endearment when referring to him. The first ‘baby,’ he could have blamed on sleep, but then she did it again. Granted, it was via text, but it was in the same breath where she’d called him her hubby, and text communication had grown on him.
This could work.
A year from now, they could still be married. Rather than him sitting in his office with her asleep across the room, they would be packing for the semi-annual trip they started taking together. Trips with Raina would prove far more enjoyable than going alone or with colleagues.
Raina turned again.
He left the desk, fetched a clean pair of scrubs from the office’s small linen closet, and walked it over to the sofa, his muscles tensing for a fight as he sat on the edge of the cushion.
“Raina, you’re cold. Let me help you put these on.”
She curled into a ball. “I’m not cold.”
“Then, wake up. You snore like a walrus, and I can’t get any work done.”
She sat up, yawning and stretching, and he wondered whether it was lewd to be her husband yet want her as much as he did.
“I know,” she said. “I snore like a chainsaw, and I sleep like I have abandonment issues. Are you ready to file the annulment paperwork?”
He held up the scrubs. “I’m ready to get you warm. Trust me, we know how cold we keep this place. I’ve gotten used to it, but your body can barely generate enough heat to regulate a smurf’s internal temperature.”
She glared at him through narrowed eyes.
He grinned.
The grin fell when she went from the sofa cushions to his lap and set her head on his shoulder. Instead of wrapping her arms around him, she slid them under his scrubs, her palms like ice along his spinal column.
The ice didn’t last long against his skin. Not after she ran her nose along the side of his chin and placed a kiss in the notch where his chin met his neck. The notch that burned like acid whenever he ate ripe fruit.
“You really think this affects me?” he asked, and the sky darkened through the window, no doubt for a lighting storm.
“I can feel your heartbeat,” she said.
“It’s sinus tachycardia.”
“And why does my husband, all of a sudden, have a rapid heartbeat?”
She flicked the same spot with her tongue, and his dick popped up. There was nowhere for it to hide, which meant she felt every inch, so he waited for her to climb off his lap.
But this was Raina.
Raina was his sweet, his sour.
