himself too vital in her life. She
certainly couldn’t stay here long-term, and then what? He never
intended for her to grow attached to him. Yet that was exactly what
seemed to be happening. Cole changed in the bathroom, stripping off
his shirt and stepping into the pajama pants he’d begun wearing for
Savannah’s benefit.
When he crawled into bed in the dimly lit
room, Savannah inched toward him and nestled in against his bare
chest. The soft curve of her breast pressed against the firm plain
of his chest, and her legs tangled with his. He went instantly
hard. Fuck .
He sat up and removed her grasp on him. “No,
Savannah. You can’t do that. You can sleep in here if you want, but
I need my space.”
She bit her lip and looked down, seemingly
hurt at being scolded.
“Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything
wrong. I’m just used to sleeping on my own.” It was the truth, but
not entirely. He wanted nothing more to take her in his arms and
hold her all night. Hell, if he was admitting it to himself, he
wanted to do a lot more than that to her tempting little body,
though he’d never let himself act on it. He would not take
advantage of her that way, but mostly he just didn’t want her to
discover he was hard.
Savannah’s tortured gaze caught his in the
moonlight. “Are you mad at me?”
He couldn’t resist stroking her cheek. “No.
You didn’t do anything wrong. Just get some rest, okay?”
She nodded, and lay back down — this time on
the other side of the king-sized bed. She found his hand under the
blankets and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you, Cole.”
He rubbed his thumb over the back of her
hand, enjoying the simple contact between them. “Good night,
Savannah, sleep well.” A few moments later, her breathing became
deep and even, and he knew she’d fallen asleep. He was much too
keyed up to do the same. His erection begged for attention. And
having her soft, feminine curves right there next to him was
pressing all his buttons. He glanced at the door to the master
bath, wondering if he could slip out of bed silently and go jerk
off. But if Savannah woke up and called for him, then what? He took
a deep breath and let it out slowly, knowing he’d get no relief
tonight.
***
Cole shot up straight up in bed and cursed.
The room was dark and silent. He urged his heart to slow the fuck
down before he got up and punched something.
“Cole?” Savannah rubbed at her eyes and sat
up next to him.
Fuck. He’d forgotten about Savannah. But
apparently his subconscious hadn’t. The dreams were eerily
reminiscent of how he met her.
She placed a hand on his back, resting
between his shoulder blades. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t touch me.” He shrugged out of her
grasp. He knew trying to sleep would be pointless now that he’d
dreamed of her . Cole climbed out of bed. He put on gym
shorts, stripping his pajama pants in the dark, and added a
T-shirt. Savannah was up and out of bed and behind him, wrapping
her arms around his back so her hands locked together around his
waist. Her breasts rasped through the thin cotton of the T-shirt
she wore and pressed against his back.
“Dammit, Savannah.” He peeled her hands off
him and turned to face her. “Let me go.” He didn’t need her
tenderness right now. It would only make things worse once she
understood. “There are things you don’t know about me.”
They stood staring at each other in the
pre-dawn light. Her gaze registered surprise and hint of fear. He
knew she’d never seen this side of him, hadn’t even imagined it
existed. God, he wished it didn’t. But the sad truth was, he’d
fucked up big time. He just hoped she never knew the extent of it.
It struck him how little they each knew about one another, yet how
easily they’d fallen into this routine together.
He reached out and squeezed her hand to show
her that he wasn’t mad. “Just go back to bed. I’m going to the
gym.”
She glanced at the clock beside the bed. It
was four
certainly couldn’t stay here long-term, and then what? He never
intended for her to grow attached to him. Yet that was exactly what
seemed to be happening. Cole changed in the bathroom, stripping off
his shirt and stepping into the pajama pants he’d begun wearing for
Savannah’s benefit.
When he crawled into bed in the dimly lit
room, Savannah inched toward him and nestled in against his bare
chest. The soft curve of her breast pressed against the firm plain
of his chest, and her legs tangled with his. He went instantly
hard. Fuck .
He sat up and removed her grasp on him. “No,
Savannah. You can’t do that. You can sleep in here if you want, but
I need my space.”
She bit her lip and looked down, seemingly
hurt at being scolded.
“Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything
wrong. I’m just used to sleeping on my own.” It was the truth, but
not entirely. He wanted nothing more to take her in his arms and
hold her all night. Hell, if he was admitting it to himself, he
wanted to do a lot more than that to her tempting little body,
though he’d never let himself act on it. He would not take
advantage of her that way, but mostly he just didn’t want her to
discover he was hard.
Savannah’s tortured gaze caught his in the
moonlight. “Are you mad at me?”
He couldn’t resist stroking her cheek. “No.
You didn’t do anything wrong. Just get some rest, okay?”
She nodded, and lay back down — this time on
the other side of the king-sized bed. She found his hand under the
blankets and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you, Cole.”
He rubbed his thumb over the back of her
hand, enjoying the simple contact between them. “Good night,
Savannah, sleep well.” A few moments later, her breathing became
deep and even, and he knew she’d fallen asleep. He was much too
keyed up to do the same. His erection begged for attention. And
having her soft, feminine curves right there next to him was
pressing all his buttons. He glanced at the door to the master
bath, wondering if he could slip out of bed silently and go jerk
off. But if Savannah woke up and called for him, then what? He took
a deep breath and let it out slowly, knowing he’d get no relief
tonight.
***
Cole shot up straight up in bed and cursed.
The room was dark and silent. He urged his heart to slow the fuck
down before he got up and punched something.
“Cole?” Savannah rubbed at her eyes and sat
up next to him.
Fuck. He’d forgotten about Savannah. But
apparently his subconscious hadn’t. The dreams were eerily
reminiscent of how he met her.
She placed a hand on his back, resting
between his shoulder blades. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t touch me.” He shrugged out of her
grasp. He knew trying to sleep would be pointless now that he’d
dreamed of her . Cole climbed out of bed. He put on gym
shorts, stripping his pajama pants in the dark, and added a
T-shirt. Savannah was up and out of bed and behind him, wrapping
her arms around his back so her hands locked together around his
waist. Her breasts rasped through the thin cotton of the T-shirt
she wore and pressed against his back.
“Dammit, Savannah.” He peeled her hands off
him and turned to face her. “Let me go.” He didn’t need her
tenderness right now. It would only make things worse once she
understood. “There are things you don’t know about me.”
They stood staring at each other in the
pre-dawn light. Her gaze registered surprise and hint of fear. He
knew she’d never seen this side of him, hadn’t even imagined it
existed. God, he wished it didn’t. But the sad truth was, he’d
fucked up big time. He just hoped she never knew the extent of it.
It struck him how little they each knew about one another, yet how
easily they’d fallen into this routine together.
He reached out and squeezed her hand to show
her that he wasn’t mad. “Just go back to bed. I’m going to the
gym.”
She glanced at the clock beside the bed. It
was four
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