Page 83 of Dangerous Attraction

But clearly, I enjoy it just as much as everyone else seems to, because I'm clinging to Trix like a baby monkey hangs onto its mother.

I'd assumed it would be awkward, and I'd be counting down the seconds until I could let go, but instead, I'm hoping and praying we can stay here forever, cuddled up under a blanket, safe from the world around us.

That thought has my eyes flying open, and I carefully lift my head, cherry red strands tickling my face as they fall away.

Glancing down the length of our bodies, I drop my head back onto my pillow, huffing.

I think it's pretty clear I was the one moving last night, wanting to be as close as I could possibly get to Trix. The blanket I'd fallen asleep with is now at the end of the bed, and I've somehow snuck under the blanket Trix had.

Taking one more lungful of her sweet scent, I roll my body away, then remove the arm slung over her waist, as I gently pull my legs out from under hers.

Lying on my back, I stare up at the ceiling for a few moments, patiently waiting for my heart to stop pounding and my dick to cease pulsing beneath my sweats.

Once I've got control of myself, I slowly slide my arm out from beneath her pillow, not wanting to wake her.

Unfortunately, as soon as my arm breaks free, Trix rolls over, yawning and rubbing at her eyes. They finally open and settle on me, and a smile takes over her rounded face, which is, thankfully, less swollen than last night, although still bruised.

"Morning," she says, voice thick with sleep.

My heart kicks up a gear at the sound of her voice, along with the sight of her. She's so unapologetically, naturally beautiful, even with her mussed up hair, tired eyes, and indented lines across the side of her face from where it's been pressed into the pillow.

"Morning," I grumble, as I quickly get out of bed and move over to the chest of drawers to grab a T-shirt. "I'll get out of your way so you can use the bathroom and get ready."

Without waiting for a reply, I grab my cut and rush out of the room. Closing the door behind me, I rest my head against it as I sigh.

"Shit." Shaking my head, I move forward, pushing through the door opposite mine and making my way through the living room. I shuck on my leather cut as I jog down the stairs until I'm in the bar area where I find Milo already sitting in our corner booth.

He glances at me, but I turn on my heel and walk into the kitchen to brew some coffee, instead.

"Rough night?" he asks, leaning against the countertop.

Not in the mood to deal with him, I go about making my coffee, ignoring his presence completely.

Once my drink is made, I carry it through to the bar, then take a seat on one of the stools.

When Milo walks into the room after me, I roll my eyes and gulp down half of the dark liquid in preparation to handle a conversation with him.

"Is Trix still in bed?"

Rubbing my hand across my beard, I nod.

He huffs out a laugh as he sits next to me.

"So, she slept in the bed?"

My eyes dart to him, wide with alarm, but he smirks at me with a knowing look.

"Did you also sleep in the bed?"

"Fuck off, Milo."

"You did!" he shouts, smacking his hand against the bar top. "Holy shit. What happened?"

Downing the rest of my coffee, I shake my head.

"Nothing. Stop acting like a gossiping teenager," I grumble.

"Okay, still grumpy, I see. At least I know you didn't get laid, then."