Page 154 of The Girlfriend Clause
He slipped his arm over my shoulders and held me, his warmth settling around me through the thin cotton of my vest, the heat of his chest at my back.
I let myself lean into him a little, until the space between us disappeared under the covers.
After a while, our breathing found the same slow rhythm. I don’t remember exactly when I fell asleep. Only that I did, in the quiet, with his arm around me.
*
When I woke, the rain had stopped. I was still wrapped in his arms in the haze of half-sleep, his slow breathing in the back of my head.
I opened my eyes.
Oh God, Liam. He was here, in bed with me.
How had that happened?
As if I hadn’t been thinking of it for weeks…
The gentle rise and fall of his chest against my back told me he was still asleep, his arm heavy over my waist.
I hope we’ve got some time before the alarm. I’d stay here all day if I could…
His body moved behind me, adjusting deeper into the mattress.
And then I felt it—the warm pressure in the small of my back.
Fuck.I knew what thatwas.
I didn’t move. His upper arm was draped over my torso, his hand nestled against my boob.
Great if Liam was my boyfriend—but he wasn’t.
A picture of him flashed into my mind, pressing into me there like it was looking for something. Holy shit. If I moved slightly, his hand would be on my nipple, his dick just above my bum. Any lower and—
What do I do, ignoreit?
I didn’t want to move away, but I didn’t feel like Liam had given me permission to feel his morning boner. He was asleep, after all.
I breathed in and felt it press against me, harder this time. Was that what had woken me, some sort of primal greeting from the part of him I’d been trying to forget existed every time I saw him in his suit, his dinner jacket?
But forgetting that was never going to happen. The best sex of my life, the shuddering, exposing sense of need and want and fulfillment I’d had when he’d touched me and pushed himself inside, over and over…
I stifled a groan and felt myself get wet, my nipples starting to tighten like they had plans that didn’t coincide with my own.
I could reach around now, feel it against my palm, the thick heat of him reaching out for me against the thin fabric of my silk shorts.
He breathed more sharply, as if even in his dreams he knew what I was thinking. Fuck—what was Idoing?
I slid away from him across the bed and pressed my face into the pillow.
Today was going to be complicated enough as it was without starting it like that. No matter how much I wanted to.
Chapter 31
Andrea
James:So, your sexy rich guy. Has he tried anythingyet?
I really needed a coffee before I faced James’s interrogation. If anyone had been close to trying something, that had been me.
