Fated Hearts (Southern Bride 8)

“I’m so jealous of you right now,” she whispered.

With an overly exaggerated sigh, I followed after Roger.

Once we were back in the room, Roger went straight into the bedroom. He pulled his T-shirt over his head but luckily kept his sweats on. He crawled into the bed, then looked at me with a questioning expression. “What?”

“Um…where am I supposed to sleep? The sofa in the living room isn’t big enough for either of us.”

With a wide smile, he slapped the large, king-size bed. “Crawl in, princess. Don’t worry, I’m so fucking tired I won’t even know you’re there.”

My mouth fell open. “You want me to sleep with you?”

He had closed his eyes, but he opened one of them again. “As intriguing as sex with you might be, no. I don’t want to sleep with you. I want to go to sleep. You can sleep next to me.”

“I am not getting in that bed.”

Roger pulled the pillow out from under his head and buried his face in it. His voice was muffled as he said, “Then sleep on the sofa or the floor. I’m tired, and I’m going to sleep.”

As I stood there and debated what I was going to do, I heard a soft snore come from Roger.

How had he fallen asleep that fast? Geesh, he really must have been exhausted.

After looking at the bed, then the floor, then the bed again, I decided it would be safe to sleep in the bed. My gut was telling me I could trust Roger; besides, if he had any ill intentions, would he have dragged himself down to the front desk to get me out of the room?

I chewed on my lip a few moments and then decided it would be okay. Roger was all the way on the other side. I could put a pillow in between us. I was such a heavy sleeper, I was positive I wouldn’t even move in the middle of the night.

I slipped the sweatshirt off but kept my yoga pants on.

With a deep breath in, I whispered, “It’s okay, Anna. It’s fine. He’ll stay on his side. I’ll stay on mine.”

Gently slipping into the bed, I turned and faced Roger. His massive chest rose and fell slowly with each breath. I could feel my eyelids growing heavier and heavier as the weight of today finally came crashing down. I tried to force myself to stay awake a bit longer, but my eyes drifted shut until I finally gave up the fight and let sleep take over.

Warm. I was so comfy warm. A hotel bed had never felt so freaking comfortable before, and I made a mental note to stay at more luxury hotels from then on whenever I traveled. You’d think I would anyway since I had been working for one the last few years.

The feel of something warm lightly blew on the back of my neck, and I wanted to sigh like a contented cat. Was the heater blowing on me?

A sense of complete warmth surrounded me—but when I went to move and stretch out my legs, I instantly froze. I slowly opened my eyes and concentrated on what was up against me.

Roger. My back was against him. No, not just against him, tucked next to him with his arm draped over my side.

Oh. My. God. We’re spooning.

How in the hell did that happen? Where was my buffer pillow? And was he…?

I slowly pressed my ass backward and felt the hard length of his ridge against me. I paused again as I held my breath. Oh, he is big.

Shit, it’s getting hot in here.

Slow, steady breathing came from behind me, and I relaxed some. Roger was still asleep.

Think, Anna, think. How are you going to slip out from his hold? And do you even want to slip out of it, or would it be better to simply pretend to be asleep and let him continue to hold you? It had been so long since a man held me close. So long since I had felt such warmth. And his dick…my God…how wonderful would it be…?

No! No! No! Stop this thinking at once, Annalise Margaret Michaels! No sexy time with the grumpy, hot stranger. You don’t even know him.

I paused in my mental chastising. Okay, but how bad would it be to simply lie here and let him hold me? No harm, no foul.

I froze when Roger moaned and pushed his hips against mine, causing his dick to press into my ass. I bit back a moan of my own and remained as still as I could.

Breathe. Breathe, you fool!

One slow and steady breath in. Then out. Repeat.

Roger moved again, then paused. He was awake. His body went rigid when he realized we were spooning.

“Shit,” he whispered as I stayed focused on breathing in and out. I decided to pretend I was still asleep to keep either of us from having to face this awkward moment.