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He turned toward me, and I noticed once again how close we were in my small bedroom. Clearing my throat, I climbed over to my side of the bed saying, “You need to relax and lay down.”
He let out a long-defeated sigh, so I reached up and gently pushed his shoulder until Mark laid back on the bed.
“Are you okay?” I asked hesitantly, my voice sounding louder in the dark.
“Of course, I am.” His reply in that dry tone of his somehow comforted me.
A loud yawn escaped me, and despite the fact that I had a complete hottie in my bed, I was almost dead to the world. All I wanted to do was get some sleep. Sadly, his large body took up a lot of space in my double bed. I found myself rolling into his space no matter how hard I tried to hang on to the other side.
After three attempts at hugging the edge, Mr. Williams gruffly pulled my body into his so that my head was resting on his chest, and his muscular arm surrounded me. I didn’t move, speak, or even breathe. But I did feel. I could feel every inch of him—and it was magnificent.
“Neither one of us will be getting any rest, Miss Landry, if you don’t relax. Come on, let’s get some sleep.”
Rest? Shit, I am now wide awake!
With a gulp I replied, “Yes, sir.”
I could somehow feel his smile against the top of my head.
“Smart ass,” he quipped, and I giggled. I couldn’t help it. “Relax, Sutton, get some sleep.”
“Okay,” I said softly.
“Good, no more talking.”
I worried that there was no possible way I would be able to sleep with a man as sexy and powerful as Mr. Williams in my bed. Hell, I worried that I would spontaneously combust just by his sheer sexual attraction. So, imagine my surprise when my eyes grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.
I was havingthe most incredible dream. Something was hard and hot between my thighs, and a rough masculine hand was caressing my naked breast. Moaning into my dream lover’s neck, I rocked my hips back and forth, loving the way that he made me feel, his hard body driving insistently against my softer one. He pinched my nipple, tugging on the tip and then flicking it with his finger. Shit, I loved to have my nipples played with. I ground my core harder against him and felt the familiar tingling racing up my spine.
I was seconds away from oblivion. Just a few more thrusts of my hips and… nothing.
Damn it all to fucking hell.This was the worst part of sex dreams, when you woke up before the big finish. I closed my eyes, trying to force myself back into a deeper sleep, but it wasn’t coming.
With a groan I moaned out, “No, fucking hell. I was almost there.”
A man cleared his throat and I froze.
Why was there a man in my bed? I didn’t do sleepovers.
“Sutton?” The deep timbre of his voice caused goosebumps to appear across my skin.
Shit. I knew that voice. My eyes flew open, and to my complete horror, I found a pair of steel-gray eyes bearing down on me. It was then that I realized the true implications of where I was and who I was with.
No!
My tank top was pushed up and over my breasts, and my leg had been straddling Mr. Williams thigh. Great, I was humping him like a bitch in heat.
Mark cleared his throat once again and it was then I noticed how rigid he was. I was plastered all over him and he was lying there like a board. I swiftly tore away from him whilst tugging my top down. Scrambling out of the bed, I nearly fell on my ass.
The man nearly smiled. “Sutton, are you alright?”
Am I alright? Hell, no!I was all keyed up for an orgasm that wasn’t coming, and I just embarrassed myself with a gorgeous man. Mortification drenched my soul.What if he thought I was trying to seduce him? What if he thinks that I am the kind of girl that brings strange men home from the bar?
“Um, yeah. I think I am going to shower now,” I blurted out, turning abruptly and grabbing something out of my drawer. I didn’t even know what clothes I had snatched up. For all I knew there could be a tube top and pantyhose in my hands.
“Sutton, you don’t have to…” Mark began again, but I cut him off.
“Please excuse me for just a minute.” I was almost to the door when he barked out.