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“You already showed me how to kiss,” I ignore him and go for broke. “You don’t remember it, but I do.”
“Who said I don’t remember it?” His growly voice comes out softer than normal. It makes me want to look at him, but if I do, I might lose my nerve.
“You’ve barely talked to me since then. You barely even look at me.” Now my voice is the soft one.
“I look at you all the time. I just don’t talk to you.”
“Why?”
His fingers brush gently over my hair. “Because it can’t be real. Now get some rest.”
As the words leave his mouth, I realize I am a little tired. Though as I drift off, I can’t help thinking I hear him whisper, “Thank God you won’t remember this in the morning.”
Chapter 3
Deacon
Aheavyweightpressesagainst the hard ridge of my cock, and I take a moment to enjoy the friction before wondering why it’s there in the first place.
Cracking an eye open I take in my surroundings, noting the bright colors that most definitely don’t belong in my apartment. Then the weight in my lap shifts, and I glance down to find a tangle of blonde hair framing the angelic face of the one woman I should never be alone with. Tiff.
Shit.
The night comes rushing back to me. I tried to play hero and ended up with the bluest balls I’ve ever had in my life.Was it the bump or the booze talking, or did Tiff show me her true colors?So help me if it’s the latter—it’s hard enough to resist her as is—but if that wasn’t delirious rambling…
A warm shiver travels up my spine.
I must’ve crashed right after she did, and slept through her using my legs as a pillow.Not good.I lift my hips slightly, testing to see whether I can make an undetected escape. The movement puts more pressure on my aching cock, and an involuntary groan rumbles up my throat.
Fuck that’s nice.
Fighting the temptation to do it again, I nudge her arm. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. I need to check on your head.”
Make sure she’s fine—get out. No one needs to know I was here all night.
Long lashes flutter as she blinks the room into focus, a slight crease forming between her brows when she looks up into my face. “Deacon?”
“Sit up so I can get some circulation back in my legs,” I fib.
She pushes herself off my lap, and I breathe a sigh of relief thinking I’m in the clear. Unfortunately, I’m not that lucky.
“Um, it looks like your circulation is working just fine.” Not even the heavy fabric of my jeans can hide the evidence. “Why are you…?” She waves a hand in the direction of my junk as her cheeks grow pink.
“I have to piss,” I bark, hoping my surly tone will distract her. “And your head was rubbing against it all night.”
“So… that’s for me?” Her voice sounds almost hopeful, and I swear she looks intrigued instead of mortified.Dammit.
“Haven’t you ever heard of morning wood?”
“I’ve heard of it. I’ve never seen it before.” Her eyes drift back to the boner straining against my jeans, and even though I wouldn’t have thought it possible I swear that makes me grow even harder.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” She blinks innocently, though her voice holds an air of challenge.Innocent my ass.
“You know what. How’s your head?”
She lifts a hand to her head but stops before making contact, her gaze drifting back to my junk as the hint of a smile ghosts across her lips.Fuck.
