hypnotic gaze. Would she ever stop tingling? Would she ever forget how perfectly his body felt pressed against hers? She hoped not. Those were memories she’d want to relive over and over for as long as possible.
“You’re stubborn.”
Megan shrugged. “One of my many talents,” she told him, patting his bare shoulder because she was having a hard time resisting all that glorious skin mere inches away. “Sleep tight.”
Inching around him, inhaling that fresh-from-the-shower scent, Megan made her way out of his room and headed to the couch. She may as well just head on home because there was no way she could sleep now, not after that kiss. But she would stay. If Cameron knew she was home, he wouldn’t rest, either, and he desperately needed to before he worked himself to death.
Megan pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, fluffed the throw pillow and lay on her side, facing the hallway. The darkened space offered nothing of comfort or peace. The silence was equally as empty.
Was Cameron already lying in bed? Had he already slid between the sheets she’d just come from? Had that kiss even made an impact on him, or was he completely repulsed at the fact his best friend had tried to consume him?
More than likely the man’s head had barely hit the pillow before he was out. At least one of them would get some sleep tonight.
Chapter Six
H ow the hell could a man rest after finding a woman in his bed, being kissed in such an arousing way by said woman and now smelling her fruity scent on his sheets?
Cameron laced his fingers over his abdomen and stared up at the ceiling fan. Whoever Megan had been dreaming about was one lucky man. The way she’d all but plastered her curvy body against his had him instantly responding. Hence the problem with sleeping. How the hell did he react to this? For a few brief moments, he’d found something with Megan he’d never experienced with any other woman. Ever.
What was the protocol for discovering your best friend kissed like every man’s fantasy? He knew he’d wanted her on a primal level, but to actually have evidence of the fact only added to his confusion.
This was Megan, the woman who knew all his secrets, all his annoying quirks. They’d been through everything together from riding their first rollercoaster to her brother’s ups and downs.
She was like family, only he was feeling close to her in a way that had nothing to do with family. He’d secretly hoped if he ever got his hands or lips on her, he’d get her out of his system because he’d feel nothing. Unfortunately, that was completely the opposite of what had just happened. He felt too much, too fast.
Cameron’s body still hadn’t settled back down, and it wouldn’t anytime soon. Who the hell had Megan been dreaming about? She wasn’t dating anyone, unless she was keeping it a secret.
Damn it.
Jealousy was an ugly, unwelcome trait.
Swiping a hand down his face, Cameron cursed himself. Here he was, dead on his feet, unable to sleep for fantasizing about his best friend dreaming about a mysterious man. How messed up had his life become in the past hour?
Licking his lips, he still tasted her. He couldn’t want more. Wanting anything more from Megan was out of the question. Their friendship was solid—why mess that up just because she kissed like every dream he’d ever had?
Movement in the house made him focus on the darkness instead of his wayward thoughts. Bare feet slid over the hardwood. The refrigerator door opened, closed, followed by the sound of a cabinet being shut softly. She was trying to be so quiet, but he wasn’t sleeping and he was trained to hear even the slightest disturbances.
This new tension that had settled between them wasn’t going anywhere. She may have tried to act calm after what they’d shared, but he knew her well enough to know she was anything but. Her nerves and emotions were just as jumbled, just as buzzing, as his were.
With a sigh, he sat up and swung
“You’re stubborn.”
Megan shrugged. “One of my many talents,” she told him, patting his bare shoulder because she was having a hard time resisting all that glorious skin mere inches away. “Sleep tight.”
Inching around him, inhaling that fresh-from-the-shower scent, Megan made her way out of his room and headed to the couch. She may as well just head on home because there was no way she could sleep now, not after that kiss. But she would stay. If Cameron knew she was home, he wouldn’t rest, either, and he desperately needed to before he worked himself to death.
Megan pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, fluffed the throw pillow and lay on her side, facing the hallway. The darkened space offered nothing of comfort or peace. The silence was equally as empty.
Was Cameron already lying in bed? Had he already slid between the sheets she’d just come from? Had that kiss even made an impact on him, or was he completely repulsed at the fact his best friend had tried to consume him?
More than likely the man’s head had barely hit the pillow before he was out. At least one of them would get some sleep tonight.
Chapter Six
H ow the hell could a man rest after finding a woman in his bed, being kissed in such an arousing way by said woman and now smelling her fruity scent on his sheets?
Cameron laced his fingers over his abdomen and stared up at the ceiling fan. Whoever Megan had been dreaming about was one lucky man. The way she’d all but plastered her curvy body against his had him instantly responding. Hence the problem with sleeping. How the hell did he react to this? For a few brief moments, he’d found something with Megan he’d never experienced with any other woman. Ever.
What was the protocol for discovering your best friend kissed like every man’s fantasy? He knew he’d wanted her on a primal level, but to actually have evidence of the fact only added to his confusion.
This was Megan, the woman who knew all his secrets, all his annoying quirks. They’d been through everything together from riding their first rollercoaster to her brother’s ups and downs.
She was like family, only he was feeling close to her in a way that had nothing to do with family. He’d secretly hoped if he ever got his hands or lips on her, he’d get her out of his system because he’d feel nothing. Unfortunately, that was completely the opposite of what had just happened. He felt too much, too fast.
Cameron’s body still hadn’t settled back down, and it wouldn’t anytime soon. Who the hell had Megan been dreaming about? She wasn’t dating anyone, unless she was keeping it a secret.
Damn it.
Jealousy was an ugly, unwelcome trait.
Swiping a hand down his face, Cameron cursed himself. Here he was, dead on his feet, unable to sleep for fantasizing about his best friend dreaming about a mysterious man. How messed up had his life become in the past hour?
Licking his lips, he still tasted her. He couldn’t want more. Wanting anything more from Megan was out of the question. Their friendship was solid—why mess that up just because she kissed like every dream he’d ever had?
Movement in the house made him focus on the darkness instead of his wayward thoughts. Bare feet slid over the hardwood. The refrigerator door opened, closed, followed by the sound of a cabinet being shut softly. She was trying to be so quiet, but he wasn’t sleeping and he was trained to hear even the slightest disturbances.
This new tension that had settled between them wasn’t going anywhere. She may have tried to act calm after what they’d shared, but he knew her well enough to know she was anything but. Her nerves and emotions were just as jumbled, just as buzzing, as his were.
With a sigh, he sat up and swung
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