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Wait. No, it wasn’t.
I wasn’t going to fall for his pretty smile again. Not this time. Not ever again.
Feeling good about the pep talk I’d given myself, I returned to my room where Luke was already in bed, asleep it looked like. And the damn man was lying on the sideI’dasked him to. After the first night when I’d made a big deal about claiming the side I wanted, he’d never argued with me again. It was sweet and considerate of him, and—
Arg!
It wasn’t going to sway me.
He’d left the lamp on, so I walked toward him, studying his bare, toned, golden shoulders in the soft glow because after the first night when he’d soaked his shirt with sweat, he hadn’t worn one to bed since.
He was just so freaking beautiful. It hurt to look at him sometimes; my guts would literally ache with want.
But they weren’t going to tonight. No, ma’am.
I grabbed the sheet and slipped in carefully so as not to wake him, then I turned on my side, facing away from him, and reached out to flip the light off.
As soon as darkness filled the room, a wide, warm hand curled around my hip until he had the flat of his palm against my abdomen. Then he tugged me back until my back hit his chest, and we were spooning.
With a satisfied groan, he fit one of his knees up behind mine, ran his hand up my rib cage and down my arm until he captured my hand and interlaced our fingers, and then he kissed the back of my neck.
It made my nipples harden, and lust sparked between my legs.
God, it would be so easy to press my bottom back against his lap and grind until his dick hardened. Then, I doubted his hand would be slipping so platonically up my arm to my hand anymore. He’d be pushing it down, past the waistline of my shorts, and into my panties.
I pressed my lips together tight and concentrated on breathing, andnoton the need for sex that was rushing through me.
“’Night, Mrs. Hamilton,” he mumbled sleepily behind me. This dirty-minded boy who was actually thinking about innocent marriage right now, while I could only think of a filthy, hot fuck fest.
I sniffed out a smile, amused by it all, and clamped my thighs tighter together, refusing to think about my body’s current cravings. “Goodnight, crazy, delusional idiot,” I told him, almost affectionately.
He chuckled softly and shifted in just a little closer behind me.
I’m not sure how, but I fell asleep not long after that.
When I woke, it was daylight, and the bed was empty.
Splaying out a hand, I touched Luke’s empty side. His absence left a noticeable dent as if waiting for him to return and refill his place.
Damn, even my blanket and pillows were already falling for his stupid pursuit.
When I became aware of the muffled sounds of cooking coming from the direction of the kitchen, I frowned for a moment before gasping and sitting upright.
Oh, he better not be trying to make me breakfast. Dammit. That wasn’t even fair. Breakfast was my favorite freaking meal of the day!
I swung my legs over the side of the bed in a huff and padded my way out of the room. When I hit the hallway, I could already smell the bacon.
Bacon.
He was just playing plain dirty now.
I rarely ever—like at all—allowed myself to eat bacon anymore, not even on my cheat days. I think I could feel ten pounds crawling up my legs and straight to my thighs just thinking about it.
But oh God. Bacon. Just one little strip. I’d run three times my usual distance on the treadmill tonight, I swore. I wouldn’t eat for the rest of the day.
Finally, I reached the kitchen and grabbed onto the frame as I peered inside. And fucking hell…
It was worse than I thought.
