Page 69 of The Right Garza

Can hereallygo again after all that? I’m so thoroughly screwed I don’t even know what letter comes after K.

“You’re insane,” I say, trying to get out from under him.

But he doesn’t let me. He rolls to his side, taking me with him, and lock one of his legs around both of mine.

“Where’re you trying to go?” He chuckles at me. “You poked the bear and now you’re gonna have to play with it.”

Oh, dear.“Can I at least take a power nap first?”

He full on laughs now. “The way you were begging for it I thought you were ready to play, Hellcat.”

“Ididplay!” I exclaim. “Damn well, too.”

He’s grinning and it’s so damn dazzling to me because I know it’s genuine; I know it’s because he truly he likes having me here with him. “Okay, you can have a power nap…on one condition.”

“I know better than to make deals with you, Trent. You’re the devil.”

“So, no power nap?”

A groan vibrates in my throat. “What’s the condition?”

“You let me cuddle you.”

A disgruntled noise climbs up my throat. “Why? Ihatecuddling.”

“I know.”

Of course he knows. I’ve quite openly and miserably voiced my dislike for cuddling when Torin used to try to cuddle me during weekend movie nights on the back lawn at the Garza residence. Cuddling makes me feel caged, and hot, and…vulnerable. And Ido notlike feeling vulnerable.

“Thenwhywould you want to do that to me?” I ask through a groan. “To torture me?”

“Because I’ve waited my whole life to hold you. Spent alotta nights cuddling my pillow and pretending it’s you. Now that I’ve got the real deal here with me…”

Frowning, I breathe past the lump lodged in my throat. “Why your pillow when you’ve had so many ‘Tiffanys’ you could’ve cuddled?”

“None of them were you.” He dusts his thumb across my cheek. “Only woman I ever wanted to mold to me isyou.”

Be still my heart…“Okay, I’ll let you cuddle me for five minutes.”

“Nope, all night.”

“Fifteen minutes.”

“All night.”

“Twenty minutes?”

“All night. That’s the deal. Wanna curve your naked flesh against mine. Feel your heartbeat, listen to you breathe. Wake up with your smell so seeped into my skin it’ll take days to fade.”

Oh…my… Who is this man?

I trace the tip of my finger along the side of his neck. “Men like you aren’t supposed to like things like ‘cuddling’. Badasses don’t cuddle and listen to women breathe. They manspread and sleep with their legs hanging off the bed. Aren’t you worried I’ll think you’re soft?”

His chest shakes with silent laughter. “Nice one, but that won’t work on me. We got a deal?”

After all the energy those two orgasms wrung from me, not to mention all the alcohol I had earlier, there’s no chance I can go another round with this beast of a man without some rest, so, I grumble, “Fine. But I’m doing thisbegrudgingly.”

There’s amusement in his voice when he says, “You’re the one who packed an overnight bag. Told you I wanted a lot from you, Lexi. You should’ve been prepared.”