Luke stood quietly, staring down at his bed.
He didn’t believe in fairy tales, yet there she was, Sleeping
Beauty all rolled up in his blankets, and snoring softly. Charlie was on her
side, all but her head hidden beneath the quilt, her nose turned up toward the
opening. His mouth curved into a smile.
He was crazy crawling beneath the covers with her. He’d
probably survive the night better sleeping out in a snowdrift in the buff. His
attraction for her bordered on the edge of what he should do and what he wanted
to do. For the hundredth time that evening, he berated himself for not stopping
to think where she’d have to sleep when he’d invited Swanson to stay.
Luke knew either way he was going to pay the price. He didn’t
want to feel anything for Charlie, but she’d managed to get under his skin
without even half-trying. They were two tormented souls reaching out to one
another, and Charlie was providing an easy way out of the dark void he’d built
around himself. And she reminded him that he was a man of flesh-and-blood and
wants.
He’d waited as long as he could before excusing himself and
coming to bed, and not because he’d wanted to give Charlie enough time to fall
asleep. Luke knew it was going to be a long night, realized, too, that he
couldn’t put off the inevitable.
A heavy sigh escaped him as he reached for the edge of the covers
and pulled them back. Charlie stirred slightly and moaned when the cold touched
her warm body, reaching out blindly for the quilt in Luke’s hand. He quickly
slid in next to her and brought the covers with him, clenching his teeth in
agony when Charlie burrowed against him like a lazy cat seeking the warmth of
his body.
Alarm bells went off when she tucked her fanny into the
hollow of his body. He groaned low and counted to ten, then to twenty before
deciding he could count to a million and it wouldn’t make any difference. He
cursed his stupidity for even thinking he could lie next to Charlie and remain
in control. It didn’t take long before his body began to respond to her.
An eternity slipped by as he lay there barely taking in air,
listening to her soft breathing. His nose was in her hair and nothing could
stop him from inhaling deeply. Her delicate fragrance sent his senses into
overdrive. Everything about her captivated him and made him want her. Why
wasn’t she snoring loudly? Why didn’t she look like an old hag when she was
sleeping?
He closed his eyes and relaxed as much as he could with a
tempting woman snuggled against him. His cock was as hard as a steel rod, but
Charlie’s steady breathing convinced Luke she was sleeping soundly and unaware
of his state. However, in the next instant he cursed the devil. She was
sleeping, but her body seemed very much aware of his presence pressing against
him in all the right places. A silent invitation that encouraged his excitement
to grow to unbearable degrees.
Before he thought about the wisdom of what he was doing he
thrust against her. She thrust back. He groaned low and clenched his teeth.
Luke realized he was growing weak. A man could only take so much. And he was a
hungry man. A soft whimper escaped her; his body shuddered at the sound of her
hunger. Hell, he was painfully conscious of the fact that all he had to do to
slip inside the warmth of her body was to push her robe aside. The way Charlie
was thrusting her buttocks against his hard-on was proof enough she was just as
turned on as he was, even if she was unconscious.
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