Page 48 of When He Plays

His fingers immediately curled around hers.

A tear slid down her cheek. It was a tear no one would ever see. She’d been the one to ask him for five minutes of truth. Of seriousness. Charlotte just hadn’t realized how painful her own truths would be.

She could feel the calluses on his fingertips. His strong, firm hold.

Her breathing became slower. Deeper.

He kept holding her hand.

He was still holding it when she fell asleep.

He was also still holding it when she woke up, hours later, and found herself sprawled half on top of him. On top of his naked body.

Because she could feel one distinct part of his body poking hard at her leg.

Her eyes flared wide. Her head whipped up. It was too dark in that bedroom. The heavy curtains were still over the windows, and the lights were off. Her hand flew out, collided with the lamp on the nightstand, and after two tries, she was actually able to turn that lamp on and get illumination spilling onto the bed.

“So…” Logan began after a few blinks of his eyes. “It’s important to note that you are on my side of the bed. I kept my word. You’re the one who jumped on me.”

And…

Oh, damn.

He was right.

Chapter Ten

“No sudden moves,” Logan gritted out as he stared at the biggest temptation of his life. “If that knee of yours moves in the wrong direction, my dick will be in extreme pain.”

“You’re aroused!”

“How incredibly astute of you to notice,” he praised.

“Your dick is huge!”

There was no controlling his burst of laughter. “Thank you. Appreciate the compliment.” He wet his lips. “Maybe I should say something like…all the better to fuck you with? Because I’m starting to get Little Red Riding Hood and the big, bad wolf vibes from this scene.”

“Logan!” Charlotte squirmed.

Luckily, her knee did not make contact with a crucially important part of his anatomy, but when she wiggled against him in quite that manner, oh, but it was pure hell. In a good way. Like a hellish temptation because she was soft and warm and she smelled good enough to eat.

I would love to eat her right up. Big, bad wolf style.

“I didn’t mean to do this!” She yanked herself back. Back to her side of the bed, unfortunately. When she made that big yank, she also took the comforter and the sheets with her.

Hello, naked dick.

He glanced at his dick. It was saluting her in fine form. Sighing, he reached for the covers she’d just hauled away.

Only…

Her eyes were on his dick. Her very, very wide eyes.

“You probably always wake up like that,” she mumbled as she shoved back her hair. “A guy thing, right? Nothing personal. This isn’t because of me. This is unrelated to me.”

Gently, he tugged the sheets from her fingers. Then he slapped a sheet over his dick. An immediate tent formed. “I can assure you—with all of my being—that this is a very, very personal situation. One entirely related to you.”

Her gaze flew up collided with his.