Page 30 of Heartsmashed
Clearly the man was feeling a certain way about this situation, and I couldn’t blame him. My dick being in the vicinity of all that naked skin was going to get me in trouble, but for fuck’s sake, it was a king-sized bed and there was no reason we couldn’t both sleep in it.
“How about we compromise,” I said, standing and grabbing the throw pillows off the couch, making sure to angle them in front of my hips as I walked back to the bed. I dropped thepillows down in the center of the huge mattress, creating a clear divide.
Sawyer smirked. “A pillow barrier. Nice.”
“It works. No need for the floor.”
He nodded, running his fingers through his hair again as he stood up. I tried and failed not to notice the long, lean lines of his body as he stretched his arms up, testing his shoulder.
That reminded me…
With my dick calming down enough not to give me away, I headed to my bag, threw a pair of lounge pants over my shoulder, and grabbed the pain reliever I’d brought. Then I made my way to the small kitchen to put together a makeshift ice pack, filling a glass of water too before heading back to Sawyer.
Who was climbing into bed in a tiny pair of boxer briefs and nothing else.
Fuck.
I looked away before he could catch me staring, focusing on bringing him the anti-inflammatories.
“This will help.” I set the water and pill bottle on the nightstand beside him. He’d pulled the sheet up to his hips at least, and I motioned him to lean forward so I could place the ice behind him. “Leave this on for about fifteen, twenty minutes.”
“Yes, Dr. Beckett.” He lay back on it, flinching slightly before relaxing. “Dr. Becks. Yeah, Becks is kinda hot. A hot name for my hot fake boyfriend.”
“You can call me whatever you like.” I poured a couple of the pills into my palm and held them out to him with the water. He took them willingly, never breaking eye contact as he swallowed.
Walk away right now,I told myself, willing my feet to move from where they were planted by his side of the bed.
Sawyer handed me the glass, and that was the out I needed to break our connection and move.
“Get some sleep,” I said roughly, pulling my lounge pants off my shoulder as I rounded the bed. I toed off my shoes as Sawyer flicked off the light on his side of the room, and then I started undoing the buttons of my shirt.
“Get some sleep,” he repeated, chuckling slightly. “You say that like I’m not going to be hyperaware of the fact you’re lying right there.”
I paused, glancing back at him. “Will you be?”
He didn’t look all that tipsy anymore as he nodded. “Probably.”
“Good.”
His breath caught as he watched me continue undressing. “Good?”
“Means you won’t do the Worm again tomorrow.”
That made him laugh, breaking the tension just enough. “God, I hope not. One time is enough.”
I shrugged out of my shirt, setting it neatly over the edge of the couch, then unbuckled my belt and turned back for the lounge pants on the bed, only to notice I had Sawyer’s undivided attention. He was watching me with more than casual interest as I lowered my zipper, and that was dangerous, considering my body’s reaction to him tonight.
Yeah, I definitely needed the lounge pants. The more I could put between us, the better.
I avoided his gaze but could feel the heat of it as I folded my pants, added them to the pile on the couch, and threw on the loungers.
And did I maybe bend over in his direction to do that?
Yeah. I did. Fucking sue me.
He’d noticed too, because I caught him licking his lips before I pulled back the covers and shut off the light on my side, plunging the room into darkness.
Shit.This was even worse.
