10. Abigail
TEN
ABIGAIL
I woke up warm and cozy and comfortable, even though I could feel that I’d kicked my blanket off in the middle of the night. As the cobwebs of sleep began to clear from my mind, I realized that the warmth I felt was focused all down my back and over my waist and stomach.
I froze.
Soft snores ruffled the hair at the nape of my neck. Rex’s arm was draped over my waist, and he’d splayed his hand over my stomach at some point in the night.
My bare stomach.
My pajama top was hiked up just under my boobs, and his hand was nestled right up there, his thumb pressed in the space between my breasts. His broad, long body fit against me, spooning me so close that it took me a moment to notice the wood.
Morning wood, that is.
Heart pounding, I stared at the wall for long, long moments, wondering what I was supposed to do now—because I didn’t exactly mind the position I was in. In fact, there was slickness between my legs, and a pleasant thrum coursing through every inch of my body.
I was turned the hell on. Uh-oh.
Rex’s cock was nestled against my ass, and I squeezed my eyes shut to process that fact. It twitched against me, and I let out a little puff of breath.
The snores against my nape stuttered, and Rex shifted away from me. He slid his hand across my stomach and over my waist, turning slowly onto his back. He thought I was asleep.
Two paths opened up in front of me. I could pretend to wake up and ignore the gigantic boner that had been poking me in the butt, or I could turn around and face this head-on. I chose the latter and rolled over, propped my head onto my palm, and arched a brow at Rex. It took all my self-control not to dip my gaze down below the level of his collarbone, where a magnificent chest was on display above the pooled sheet at his waist, concealing that telltale bulge that had been prodding against me a moment ago.
I gave him a slow blink. “I don’t remember inviting you to spoon with me, Mr. Montgomery.”
Because Rex was the goodest of the good guys, I expected him to apologize. I thought I could burn through the awkwardness, and maybe tease him a little, and I’d be back on solid ground.
Instead, Rex crinkled his sleepy eyes at me and adjusted himself with brazen confidence. My eyes followed the movement, and along the way, I saw the muscular chest, the flat male nipples, the solid pack of his stomach, and the trail of dark hair that covered his upper chest and arrowed down the center of his stomach down below his navel to disappear beneath the sheet. His lips curled into a cocky smile, and he shrugged. “Did I mention I was a cuddler? And for the record, you’re the one who backed that ass right into me last night.”
My jaw dropped open. “I did not .”
“Wiggled it back and forth a few times too.”
My cheeks flamed. “You lie.”
Turning onto his side to mirror my position, Rex propped himself up on his elbow and stared at me. “You kept squirming until I put my arm around your waist and pulled you close, Abigail Stone. Which tells me one thing.”
This was not solid ground. This was the wobbliest of wobbles. This was danger in every direction, because Rex’s hair was sleep-mussed, his eyes were half-lidded and sultry, and he had a big ole boner in his pants. A big ole boner for me .
I scowled at him. “What does it tell you?”
“You,” he said, moving slowly toward me, “are not as tough as you pretend to be.” He put his hand back on my waist and rolled me slowly to my back, his eyes steady on mine. I flopped onto my pillows and watched him shift above me, all that surprisingly dark attention focused on me. His leg nestled between mine, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe.
I wanted this. I wanted him . I wanted to forget about all the reasons we shouldn’t and see how far we could go. There were sides to Rex I could never have imagined. He wasn’t just a pillar of our community and the guy everyone could rely on.
Rex was bad .
I liked bad. I liked it a lot. Loved the way he shifted my body where he wanted it. Loved how he wasn’t afraid to show me that he craved me.
For once, I didn’t have to be the strong one. I didn’t have to be the one to make the first move. I was “intimidating” and “scary” to people usually, but right now, Rex didn’t seem to be intimidated or scared of me at all.
He seemed like he knew exactly what he wanted, and what he wanted was me. There was something so unbearably sexy about that, about not having to put myself out there, for once—but still I whispered, “We’re not supposed to be doing this.”
Rex’s gaze dropped to my lips. “I know.”
My hands found their way to his bare chest, and I traced the edge of his collarbone with my fingertips. “You should’ve slept on the floor.”
He huffed. “Definitely,” he said, voice scratchy and rough—and then he dipped his head and?—
The doorbell chimed.
With his lips an inch from mine, Rex froze. He blinked, eyes flicking up to mine as if he realized what he’d been about to do.
Reality was a bucket of cold water to the face. My phone rang, and I scrambled out from underneath Rex to answer the call.
“Gabe?” I asked, breathless, putting a hand to my forehead and keeping my back to Rex.
“Hey,” my brother replied. “Good—you’re up. I’m outside.”
I turned and saw that Rex was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me. “You’re outside?” I repeated. “Outside where?”
“Outside your house. You wanna let me in?”