thoughts and emotions ran rampant across her face. Sam frowned, her brows pulling together, as if she dreamt of something distasteful. With a fingertip he stroked the perfectly plucked brows until she slept peacefully again.
Cuddling nearer, he wasn’t surprised when she turned into him and threw a slender leg over his. For a small thing she had always moved around the bed. In the past, he had woken with her lying atop him more than a time or two. Each time it had evolved into a loving that made facing the day worthwhile.
“Kyle,” she murmured.
“Yes, baby?”
No response was forthcoming. Instead, she just scooted closer until she had him lying on his back, her hips diagonally draping his. A quiet chuckle eased from his lips as he tried not to wake her. She hadn’t changed. The position, though, had possibilities. He traced a finger down her spine, before he cupped the cheek of her ass. As he drew a path along the cleft of those beautiful mounds, he thought about San Diego, the beach, and the night he had christened her rosebud.
A shiver of ecstasy slid across his flesh, raising goose bumps and his cock. The wayward thing pressed hard into Sam’s belly. The last thing he wanted was to wake her.
What if she regretted their evening together?
That alone was enough to shrivel his dick. Would all hell break loose come tomorrow? Would there be awkwardness between them when she woke beside him? Because that was where she would be come morning.
Sam released a sorrowful whimper. Her arms flailed until she crammed them beneath a pillow, raised her head and slammed it against the fluffy feathers. Kyle gently rubbed her back, needing to chase all her bad dreams away.
Would she agree to marry him after tonight or would she turn tail and run away again? Then there was the other rising issue. Neither of them had used protection, unless she was on the pill. If he knew Sam, there was a good chance she wasn’t.
The thought of a child, their child, growing in her belly sent chills across his arms. A little girl with blonde ringlets and deep blue eyes, or a son with dark hair and a mischievous attitude.
Kyle was still smiling when sleep brushed over him.
Chapter Five
Wakefulness came with a price.
Sam’s temples throbbed. Her head felt as if it would explode at any moment. Smacking her lips, she badly needed a drink of something. Her mouth was so dry she doubted a gallon of water could satisfy her.
What the hell happened last night?
She squinted. Before the ray of sunlight spearing through the slit in her bedroom curtains could blind her, she pinched her eyelids closed. In the quiet darkness that followed it felt as if the room was spinning. But it couldn’t be. She lay flat on her stomach. Her face buried in a pillow. What she couldn’t quite make out was what was she lying on. While she mentally shook off the lingering effects of slumber, she squirmed against the hard and unyielding object, seeking comfort.
“Baby, if you keep moving like that I swear I’ll roll you over and have my way with you again.” The deep, sultry voice made the air in her lungs freeze.
No. No. No . Please let her be asleep, caught in some horrible dream like all the others that plagued her night after night.
Better judgment told her to remain silent, but she wasn’t one to follow her own advice. “Kyle?” she croaked.
A warm palm slid across her back and grasped an ass cheek, squeezing, and something stirred beneath her.
The action sent her hormones screaming. This was not a dream. It was real. Kyle was real. That something growing larger beneath her was real. Really. Really. Real. Gauging by the way his hips shifted and that something sinfully wedged itself between her thighs—her bare thighs to be exact—she was in trouble. In fact, she wore not a stitch of clothes and neither did he.
“Who’d you think it was?” His familiar chuckle sent a sense of dread slamming into the excitement her wayward body was hell-bent on
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