Chapter 46
TATE
The next morning, I wake from a deep sleep, wrapped around a warm, soft body. The sweetest scent of hair products and something light and floral is in my nose. It’s early, and still dark outside, but I’m distracted by the way Jordan’s ass nestles against my hips, making me hard.
My heart stops. Jordan. In my bed.
The noise in the middle of the night, the mouse, her trying to sleep on the floor of my office. Her teasing me about the panties.
I slept, though. I slept like the dead, the deep, restorative kind of sleep I’ve been chasing for what feels like my whole life.
She lets out a low, sleepy moan, like she’s comfortable in my bed, tucked against my chest, and something inside me snags on that.
In a split second, I’m painfully hard. I roll away, pulling my arm out from beneath her. This is so far from appropriate.
She rolls to face me, opens her eyes, meets my gaze, and something spears right through the center of my chest.
Oh.
Huh.
She’s beautiful like this, first thing in the morning, sleepy-eyed and adorable.
She blinks and frowns, realizing where she is.
“Sorry.” I clear my throat.
She blinks, half-asleep. “What time is it?”
She’s really not a morning person, and it’s adorable. I check my watch, and my heart stops for the second time this morning.
“Not even seven.”
I was going to work out before Bea and the girls downstairs woke. I slept through my alarm? How? I swing my legs over the bed, giving her my back so she doesn’t see how hard I am.
She drags herself out of bed, flattening down her bedhead, not meeting my eyes. “I didn’t mean to, um.” She shifts. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I rub the back of my neck. I don’t want to think about what it means, that I slept well with her in my bed. “I’ll see you at the office?”
We have a quick meeting with Ross before we head out to meet with a prospect.
“Yep. See you there.”
Without another glance, she leaves, and I listen to her tiptoe down the hall and slip out of the house.