Page 34 of Sackett (Demented Souls #17)

S elena woke slowly. At first the only thing she was aware of was that wherever she was, it was warm and comfortable. She didn’t want to get up. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d woken feeling so good. What time was it anyway?

It was only as she thought about the time that she realized something was off. She wasn’t curled around a pillow, like she usually was, and it definitely wasn’t the huge body pillow she slept with at home. Because she wasn’t at home.

She was in a hotel.

In Colorado.

With Sackett.

Oh shit.

She’d made a big deal last night about trusting him not to molest her in her sleep, and what had she done?

Selena had no doubt she was curled against him, hell, half on top of him.

He felt nice and warm, hard but in all the right ways.

ALL the right ways. Oh shit. She hadn’t planned on finding out how that part of him felt.

No that she didn’t want to, but he wasn’t making a move on her, so she’d be just as respectful and keep her straying thoughts, and hormones, to herself.

She needed to get up and get moving. If she had any luck at all he wasn’t awake yet. She could carefully slip out of bed, and he would be none the wiser.

She opened her eyes, then slowly, gently lifted her head as she hoped she could just ease herself away but as she lifted her head, she found herself looking into his clear golden gaze.

She found herself wondering how uncommon it was to have eyes the color of honey.

But that thought fled in the heat of the embarrassment that washed through her.

Selena opened her mouth to say something but realized she had no clue what to say.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.” She tried to roll away, but an arm came up and wrapped around her middle.

“Selena. It’s okay. I knew it was a possibility when I got into bed last night. And I’m okay with it. I just hope you slept well.” His voice was a low, sleepy rumble that vibrated through her entire body from the way she was pressed against him.

She froze, then looked up at him again, trying to decide if he was sincere or just being nice. There didn’t seem to be any reluctance in his expression, and she didn’t get the sense he was anything but honest with her, at least so far.

“Still,” she said as she moved away, the arm that had curled around her torso releasing her with only a little resistance.

“I made a big deal about trusting you to behave, and what do I do? I end up sprawled all across you.” She rolled out of bed and stood, wondering how she’d be able to look him in the face again.

“We need to get moving if we want to get breakfast before the train.” She went to the closet and started digging through her suitcase.

“Do you need the bathroom before I take it over for a while?” She kept her back to him, hoping he wouldn’t see how red her face had become.

She didn’t need him to question her about it, she wasn’t ready to talk about it.

Was it just because of how she’d woken up or was there more?

“I do.” His voice came from only a few feet behind her.

She felt the heat of his body as he slipped past her and into the bathroom. Once the door closed and she was alone, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She needed to control herself and not let her mind go there. She could do this.