Extrait

I continued to feign sleep. The covers slid down my body.

Ee-yikes!

Luke may have felt gentlemanly enough to let me sleep after his rubdown but he hadn’t been gentlemanly enough to put my tee back on me. Therefore, I was wearing nothing but my satin panties.

First, I had a silent freak out that I slept next to Luke mostly naked. Then I had a silent freak out that he could see most of my body. I didn’t know what Jennifer Aniston looked like na**d (and didn’t want to know) and I was probably far off that mark but Riley hadn’t done badly with me. Still, I wasn’t ready for this.

Un-unh.

No way.

Luckily, I had the pillow pressed to my belly so all he could see was my na**d back. Covers gone, the bed moved and I felt heat against my back as Luke settled in. This was not getting any better.

Then I was turned.

Seriously not better.

I held the pillow close to me like a shield still pretending to sleep. Luke tugged it gently and I had to make the decision whether or not to let it go. If I held on to it for dear life like I wanted to he’d know I was awake which would foil my plan.

I let it go.

Second string defense, I moved my body into his to cover myself, pressing my chest to his, tucking my face into his throat and snuggling in, in the hopes that he would think I was giving him a sleep cuddle.

This was a bad idea. I knew it the minute my mostly na**d body hit his bare chest. It felt nice, as in ultra nice.

Shit.

“Ava,” he called my name softly, his arms around me, one hand sliding up my back, fingers of the other hand trailing across the top, lacy edge of my underwear.

I kept pretending to sleep. This was hard, the trailing touch at my underwear felt good.

His fingers went into my hair at the back of my head. “Babe, wake up.”

Hmm.

I couldn’t ignore him much longer, he would think I was dead