Finding Trust (Centre Games) by Natalie Gayle Read Free Book Online Page B

increasingly uncomfortable in a very male way, with Rihanna’s head cushioned on his shoulder and her luscious body wrapped tightly down his right side. That was something he could deal with and ignore.
    He guessed Rihanna’s bloodcurdling screams were a solid indication of her sleep being interrupted by the demons of the evening. He had half expected it and had almost suggested he sleep in the same room. His better judgement had won out. A suggestion of sleeping in the same room would have been hard to float without inferring any other motive.
    She sighed again, taking a deep breath and burying her head into the tawny skin of his shoulder and chest. A slight sprinkling of silky hair tickled her nose, but she wasn’t about to move because the clean, male scent of him filled her senses and was beginning to provide a very real distraction from the nightmare she had awoken from.
    At last she spoke, her warm breath caressing the skin on his chest. “Sorry for interrupting your sleep.” She paused and then went on. “I’m not normally such a wreck. I just can’t seem to stop thinking about what happened.”
    “I half expected that you would have a bad night. That was one of the reasons I suggested you come back here. Not much fun when you wake up alone to the night demons chasing you down.”
    It was his turn to pause. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”
    He struggled with himself about that line. It was true he didn’t want her to be alone and in pain. He also could not afford her to be alone and another attempt on her safety be made. His job was to keep her safe and make sure she stayed that way.
    Rihanna was surprised at just how insightful he was. “Thanks for looking out for me. I really appreciate it.” She stifled a yawn and snuggled in again.
    Bray glanced at the illuminated face on his wristwatch. “Why don’t we try to get some more sleep? It’s a few minutes before five and another three or four hours sleep would sure help us both.”
    She realised he had been up working well into the night and he been looking after her on top of that. He must be totally exhausted.
    “I’ll be fine if you want to head back to your own bed,” she suggested.
    “How about we just stay right where we are? You seem pretty comfortable and if you have any more nightmares, I won’t have to come charging down the hall.”
    Before Rihanna could even think through his suggestion, she found herself nodding in agreement. If she admitted the truth, she didn’t want him to be anywhere than where he was right now. She felt safe, warm, and more than a little turned on, but more than that, she felt bone weary and a few hours’ sleep was the only cure for the tiredness weighing her to the mattress of the bed.
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    Rihanna woke from a very sound, dreamless sleep to find herself very comfortably wrapped in Bray’s large, solid body. She was laying on her right side and his firm chest and abdomen where a wall of warmth down her back. His left arm was loosely holding her to him. It was only when she slightly moved and he closed his left hand did she realise it was cupping her right breast.
    An instant jolt of desire swept through her and settled tightly between her legs. Instinctively, she wriggled backward, moving even closer to his warm body. Her sweetly curved butt bumped directly into the solid evidence of a very turned-on male in the morning.
    His warm breath nuzzled across her left ear and caused the wispy hair to flutter. “Do that again, sweetheart, and I’m going to forget my manners.”
    In a voice that didn’t seem to be hers, she replied, “I think I just might like you to forget your manners.” He groaned and rolled away.
    The stark reality of what she had said hit home. She had just issued a full wanton invitation...and he’d turned her down. What on earth was wrong with her? She didn’t have sex with men she had known for less than twelve hours, did she? Oh God, how embarrassing.
    She wished the earth would open