Page 50 of Crimson Love

Now we’re not just on the bed, we’re in it. Lennon wasn’t kidding when she said getting that shit off her chest was a relief. She fell asleep faster than I ever expected and didn’t blink an eye about sharing a bed.

The woman sleeps like the dead. I had to drag the covers out from under her before I crawled in next to her right after I took my meds.

I had no plans to touch her, but she didn’t give me a choice. She made her way to my side sometime in the early morning. I pushed her away once, but she kept coming back. When her elbow connected with my side, I had no choice.

I found myself on the defense with Lennon once again. I turned her back to my chest, weighed her down with my thigh, and held her to me. She stopped moving, and I fell back to sleep.

I’m hotter than hell even though I stripped down to my boxers. She fell asleep in her ratty sweats.

I should roll her away from me, but she had a bad day. I don’t want to wake her.

Yeah, waking her up is the last thing I want to do.

I’ll go with that and pretend it’s not because she feels really fucking good. The last thing I want to do is let go of her.

I’ve been awake for at least an hour trying to control my dick. That’s one organ I’ve never had an issue with. A morning hard on is the norm for me, but waking up with Lennon in my arms took my morning wood to the next level. I’ve been talking him off the ledge, but he’s not cooperating.

Lennon stirs and a little moan vibrates against my chest, which does not help my dick.

I need to do something about this situation so I can take a cold shower. I put my lips to her messy hair. “You awake?”

She stretches.

Fuck me, she arches her back, which presses her ass into my dick. On top of that, there’s another moan.

My arm around her middle contracts to keep her still, and I raise my voice. “Wake up. You invaded my side of the bed and tried to open my incision again. I had no choice but to pin you to the bed.”

I feel it everywhere when she pulls in a deep breath and turns her head to look at me. “Good morning.”

I gaze down at her. “Is it?”

She pulls her arms out from my hold and rubs her eyes. “Yes, it is. That’s the best I’ve slept in a long time. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t wake up.”

I hike a brow and reach up to give the end of her hair a playful yank. “I’m glad someone slept through the night.”

She bites her lip. “Was I restless?”

“That’s an understatement. Did you miss my play-by-play of the night?”

She shifts enough to roll so we’re facing each other. Her gaze drops to my bare chest. I shed my clothes down to my boxers since there was no way I’d be able to sleep fully clothed like her.

Her eyes jump back to meet mine. “Did I really elbow you?”

“It was touch and go, but I made it through the night. I won’t tell Harlow, though. She’d never forgive you.”

Her expression pinches into a mortified wince. “Once again, I feel horrible.”

I tap the end of her nose. “Good. That makes me feel better.”

“Have you been awake long?”

I lift my chin and take this opportunity to convince my dick that he might as well take a long winter’s nap. With what she told me last night, and my new kidney, there’s no way we’re getting any action anytime soon.

“I’ve been awake long enough to think about everything you told me last night. I don’t know what to do about your money troubles, but I have a plan for Petrov, and it doesn’t include you running off or giving the treasure trove back.”

Her sleepy expression disappears. “Really?”

“Really. He knows where you are, and he’s proven he can get to you. He might be a class-A asshole, but he didn’t look like the kind of person who did his own dirty work. I bet he’s not subcontracting the good people of Winslet to break into the library and help kidnap you again. That means he’s not here alone. We need to figure out who they are, and where they’re at.”