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I woke slowly, listening to the sounds of the room before daring to open my eyes. My right arm tingled maddeningly from laying on it wrong and a heavy weight was draped across my middle.
Where am I, and why the hell am I pinned down?
I opened my eyes a sliver but saw nothing. The room was pitch black. That realization did nothing to help the anxiety crawling through my insides. I tested the weight. It was soft to the touch but didn’t seem to have much give, so I wrenched harder, trying to at least shift it even if I couldn’t dislodge it entirely. Before I could try again, a masculine grumble stopped me in my tracks.
“Go back to sleep.” Hook’s voice was low and gravely, and entirely too delicious to ignore, even in my mildly anxious state. The weight anchoring me to the bed shifted, clamping tighter around my waist, turning, and pulling my back flush with his body. Flush with every solid inch of him.
I did a quick mental inventory. I was still fully clothed with my jeans twisted uncomfortably around my legs and my shirt rucked up just below my bra. I leaned back into him, taking some of the weight off my aggravated shoulder, and bit my tongue as the sharp tingles in my arm and hand intensified. Clenching and unclenching my hand in a fist helped encourage the flow of blood to something resembling normal, but it was slow going and I was left with an uneasy tickle along the length of my arm.
I desperately wanted to shake it out, to get up and walk around, or find some other activity that would get my blood moving. I could think of one or two that sounded appealing.
Hook buried his face in my neck with a groan, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. “Sleep, Never.”
“My arm was going numb,” I whispered back.
He mumbled something unintelligible and shifted so his hand was splayed across my stomach, but that was as far as he went. There was no slow slide up to cup my breast or teasing glide down to unbutton my jeans. I loved those jeans, but at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to peel them off and toss them on the floor so I could feel his skin against mine.
I reached back and let out a dissatisfied huff when I discovered I wasn’t the only one fully clothed. That wouldn’t do, not at all. I turned to see him, but with his face still pressed to my neck, I couldn’t get a good angle. Not to mention the lack of light in the room.
A jolt of electricity shot up my spine and I tried to pull away. “What time is it?”
“Settle,” he said, a soothing lilt to his voice like he was trying to calm a startled animal. “It’s midday. You’ve only been asleep for a few hours.”
“Really?” That didn’t seem right. I felt surprisingly well rested for only a few hours of sleep.
“Mmhmm.” He slid his hand up, tracing the lower edge of my bra with his fingertips. “Do you know you talk in your sleep?”
Not cool.
“I do no such thing.” At least I hadn’t, not since I was a kid.
His chuckle against my neck sent a shiver through me. “You do.” The soft press of his lips pulled a moan from me. “Don’t worry, you didn’t say anything coherent. It was mostly just senseless babbling, though I’m sure I heard the word pirate more than once.”
I was torn between urging him to continue with the kisses and smothering him with a pillow to get him to stop talking. It was embarrassing enough to know I talked in my sleep when I was little, but to find out I apparently still did it, and that he’d heard it?
A rush of heat filled my cheeks and spread down my neck, and it had nothing at all to do with arousal.
“I need to get up.” I tried again to pull away from him, but he held me in place, propping himself up on his elbow to get a better look at me.
His lips were quirked up in a playful smile and I had to fight the urge to duck away from his gaze. “It was adorable.”
Yeah, no. Of the many adjectives that could be used to describe me, adorable had fallen out of favor when I was about six years old.
I shoved half-heartedly at his chest. “Who are you? One minute you’re a jerk, then you’re ordering me around, then you seduce me with your whole—” I moved my hand in a circle in front of him “—pirate thing. Which shouldn’t be hot in the first place because I’ve never been a fan of pirates.”
“Because of the story with the flying boy and the wicked pirates?”
“Exactly. Then you stole my necklace.”
Some of that delicious smile slipped away. “I gave it back.”
“Which I appreciate. But I can’t help wondering; What’s your deal, Hook?” I slipped the name in secretly hoping he would pull away and give me an opening to escape his grip. Not because I desperately wanted to get away, but because the longer I laid there looking up in those eyes of his, the more I wanted to fall into them, to lose myself in them and him.
It was utterly irrational. Unreasonable. Not at all like me, even in the slightest.
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t bat a single enviable eyelash.
“What, the name doesn’t bother you anymore?”
