The urge to scoop her into his arms and carry her to his bed then and there hit him hard. “Sure.”
He could handle having her sleep in his bed. It would be a little awkward, but he would manage.
Who the hell was he kidding? On a difficulty scale of one to ten ... this was a definite twenty.
If he survived it would be a miracle.
25
6:40 a.m.
Adeline moaned softly. The sound roused her from that sweet zone somewhere between asleep and awake. Something heavy lay across her back. She told her eyes to open but they refused.Thisfelt so good. Warm and familiar. Her breasts were crushed against that firm warmth.
Her body tingled. She pressed her pelvis into something big and hard. Oh, now this was a good dream. She tilted her hips again. Sighed.Felt real good.
The weight on her back shifted.
Her eyes opened wide.
It was dark.
The smell of rain and warm flesh filled her nostrils. Her hand moved ... glided along a muscled arm.Wyatt.
She raised her head, analyzed the situation.
She froze.
Her body was draped over his like a sheet.
If she moved—even breathed—he would wake up and ...
His arm, heavy on her back, tightened around her.
She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. This was ... not good.
All she had to do was ease out of his—
“Addy.”
Her name was nothing more than a breath on his lips. She shivered at the sound. Desire detonated in every damned mutinous cell.
“Morning,” she muttered.
His body tensed as his own realization dawned.
She told herself to say something or to just move. Couldn’t.
His fingers tangled in her hair.
She gasped.
He drew her face down to his ... their lips so close she could feel his warm breath on her face.
“Say the word,” he murmured, “and I’ll stop but I have to do this.”
He lifted his head just enough to ensure their lips met. The kiss was slow, slow, slow. She told herself to pull away. To say the word. To do anything but ...
Melt against him like butter on hot toast.