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Fuck that. Rory wants to sleep here, he can deal with what he sees.
Of course he’s fast asleep when I come out of the bathroom, or he’s doing a damn good impression of it. I lift his arm above his head and drop it. I heard once that this is how doctors check to see whether patients are passed out or faking it.
It hits him in the face, but he doesn’t wake up. He’s sound asleep.
CHAPTER22
HAZEL
The next morning,I’m so deliciously warm. Everything is just right, and I’m so fucking comfortable. Rain taps on the roof. I’m on my side with the pillow molded perfectly to support my head and shoulder, and I’m in that hazy zone between asleep and awake.
I sigh, easing back into the warm chest behind me. Clarity cuts through and my eyes snap open.
Rory’s spooning me. That’s his warm, hard chest pressed up against me, softly rising and falling with his steady breathing. That’s his breath tickling the back of my neck.
That’shishard, thick length urgently pressing into my ass.
His hand is wrapped around my front, fingers resting just inside the waistband of my panties.
Between my legs, heat and liquid pools, and the familiar twist of arousal stirs low in my belly. I amveryturned on.
Every muscle in my body tenses and my eyes are the size of dinner plates as I lie there, listening to his breathing. From the steady rhythm, I’m sure he’s still asleep.
He shifts, grinding his erection against me, and heat spirals inside me. His fingers brush an inch lower. He’s still breathing steadily, still sleeping.
Carefully, I turn my head. His shirt is off. His socks andpantsare off. He’s just wearing tight black boxer briefs.
My t-shirt? It’s ridden up to my waist, and my pink panties are on full display, not that that matters when Rory’s hand is halfway inside them.
A throb pulses between my legs. God, his hand is so big, fingers dipping inside, resting just above the sensitive areas. My lips press together in a flat line. I’m getting more turned on by the second.
The sex would be hot, I know it would be. Something wakes up inside me, demanding attention.
Once wouldn’t hurt, as long as it’s only once.
My hips press back into Rory’s cock and he sucks in a sharp breath. He’s so stiff against my ass. That thing is fucking huge. I’ll be sore for days.
Arousal tightens between my legs. Ilovethat idea.
A memory from last night flickers in my head—Jamie asking Rory to be his best man—and my thoughts still. They’re becoming best friends again. They’ll be in each other’s lives for years. And Jamie’s so head over heels for Pippa, he’ll never let her go.
I picture their wedding, and Rory and I are seated next to each other. I picture them hosting dinners, and Rory and I make awkward small talk. Children’s birthday parties. Christmas. New Year’s. Group vacations.
A cold chill runs through me. Rory’s going to be in my life forever, and I’m cuddling with him. We have an end date to this fake relationship, and yet I’m getting far too comfortable.
Connor’s ugly words from years ago loom in my head, and I’m out of bed in a shot.
“Good morning.” His voice is gravelly with sleep as he squints at me in the morning light.
“Morning.” I whirl around, digging through my dresser for clothes.
“Despite your terrible mattress, Hartley, I had the best fucking sleep.” He stretches with a low, rasping groan, and my gaze snags on his defined, muscular arms, the carved lines of his pecs and abs, and—
My thighs clench. That thick length that pressed into me earlier strains against the fabric of his boxers.
I meet his eyes, and he winks. He knows exactly what I was looking at, and I don’t think he minds one bit.
My clit aches.
