There was a soft knock at his bedroom door. Through a fog of sleepiness, Ryan said, “It’s unlocked.” When the door opened, he sat partially up in bed, leaning on one elbow. Angela stood in the doorway, wearing the same white t-shirt he’d given her the night before. Was she wearing panties underneath? Sweet Jesus…what would Denise do? Move on if she was him—that’s what.
He was moving on.
“Can I come in?” she asked.
His body stirred as the light from the hallway silhouetted her curves, filtering through her thin white shirt.
Okay, maybe not that slowly, but was he ready for this? For her? “Yeah.” His voice cracked.
“I don’t think I can sleep without someone next to me.”
She wanted to share his bed? With him in it? Man, it had been so long since he even remotely thought about doing this. “I got you. Come in.” Do I? He patted the bed next to him.
Angela slipped into his room, moving toward his side of the bed. He scooted over, giving her enough room to lay down, but he stayed close. She settled under the blanket, her body heat warming him. With her back to his front, he took in the scent of his shampoo on her hair. He jerked his hips away, remembering that he was hard.
“Can you put your arm around me?”
Uhhh… “Do you want me to?” His voice cracked again. Smooth.
She snort-giggled. “That is why I asked.”
“You’re uhhh what?”
He draped his arm over her waist. Except with the amount of distance he’d left between them, only his wrist and hand reached. Angela inched backward into him. Her spectacular ass pressed against him. Ryan groaned.
She gasped in a teasing tone. “Now I know what the ‘what’ is. You’re hard.”
“Sorry, probably not what you need righ—”
“Why are you apologizing? It’s flattering.” She rolled over and faced him.
“I don’t want you to get the wrong impression.”
“And what would that be? You’re attracted to me, right?”
“Um,” he swallowed hard, “we only met yesterday.”
“So? What does that have to do with whether you’re attracted to me?” Her hand cupped his face. He closed his eyes, liking her touch—surprised at how good it felt.
“You’re leaving soon.”
“Stop. What do therapists call it when you change the subject to avoid talking about it?”
“I’m not deflecting, I’m being realistic.”
“Well, stop it. And all I asked was if I could sleep next to you. The operative word being ‘sleep.’”
“I’m a cop, hard for me to not be realistic.” She stroked his cheek. His hips rocked forward. “You have to stop doing that,” he whispered.
“Doing what?” She passed her thumb over his lips. He slid his hand up her spine, pulling her flush to his body.
“Trying to seduce me.”