I roll over to look at the time. I could go back to sleep for a few more hours, but I know that isn’t going to happen. I’m pretty sure I just orgasmed in my sleep. That’s something I’ve never done before, but still my body is on edge, wanting another. It somehow wasn’t enough. That dream was all too real. I sit up on the side of the bed knowing it’s going to be a long day. Sleep did not come easy to begin with. Everything has changed in the blink of an eye.
My mind was filled with too many other thoughts when I laid my head on the pillow. I’m used to it racing with work things or details about whatever project I’m working on. But knowing that someone is out to get me sent it into overdrive. That hadn’t been the only thing keeping me awake. I couldn’t stop thinking about my handsome new bodyguard. My eyes flick toward the door, wondering what he might be doing right now. There is going to be a shift change soon.
What is it about Gabe that had me lying in bed for hours last night going over every detail of our meeting? It hadn’t ended once sleep took me either. I’d gone on to have a sex dream about him too. I lick my lips. Well we hadn’t gotten to the actual sex part yet. I’d woken up before then because of the orgasm he’d given me with his head between my thighs. Remembering how he’d commanded me to come on his tongue is not helping me right now.
My whole body starts to warm, and I make myself get up and go to the bathroom and wash my face. Somehow I forget I’m not alone, and opening the door to my room, I run right into a hard chest. I don’t have to see him to know who it is. I can smell him. He smells like the sun, and I like that way too much. It makes me think of warmth and wide open spaces outside. Home.
He grunts as if me running into his solid form hurt him. My eyes travel up his broad chest to meet his. I feel his hand flex on my hip making me realize I’ve got a hold of his shirt, my fingers digging in. My traitor body is trying to get close to him of its own accord.
“Sorry,” I rush to say when I see the look on his face. Why do I have sex dreams about a man who looks as though he wants to throttle me half the time?
“Be careful.”
I give a nod. My mind blanks for once when I should have a snippy comeback. He really does set me off-kilter. It should annoy me, but oddly it’s refreshing. I let my hold on his shirt go, trying to step back, but his grip on my hip tightens for a moment.
My stomach tightens when I feel something hard pressed against me. He suddenly jerks back, letting his hold on me go and stepping out of the way. I dart into the bathroom without another word. The throb between my legs returns with the thought of how hard he was for me. I turn the faucet on, splashing some cold water on my now warm cheeks.
He was turned on. I grab a towel, wiping my face. It’s silly that I’m acting like this. Of course he was turned on. He’s a man and I was pressed up against him. It was only natural. I spend a couple of minutes in the bathroom repeating this to myself as I brush my hair and make myself somewhat presentable before I finally pull the bathroom door back open.
I follow the sound of the noise to find Gabe in the kitchen. He had prepared dinner for us last night. Laura was right; the man could cook. He barely said a few words and mostly ignored me through the entire meal. It was me that couldn’t stop staring at him trying to figure him out.
“I made you coffee.” He turns from the kitchen sink, nodding toward the coffee cup on the table.
“Thanks.” I grab the warm cup and take a drink. It’s made the exact way I like it. There’s something about him knowing how I prefer my coffee that has butterflies forming in my stomach. But then I remember him knowing every detail about me is part of his job.
“You always up this early?” Is he making small talk or is this something he needs for his security detail notes? If he knows how I take my coffee I’m going to guess it’s for security reasons. The man is into all the details obviously. I like that.
“It’s hard for me to find sleep. If I wake up I’m likely not going to be able to go back. My mind starts going, and it doesn’t want to stop.”