in the morning, I’ll rock you so hard your bed will break. How about that?”
“But I want it now…” My hands moved down his chest.
“I’m sorry.” One hand moved through my hair. “Take it as a compliment.”
“You’re rejecting me. How is that a compliment?”
“I’m rejecting you because I care about you. I want to know you want me, not just because you had too much to drink. And I don’t want to be something you regret.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Even drunk, you can understand that, right?”
I nodded.
“Good.” He stood up then pulled his t-shirt off.
Oh my lord.
Ash was a solid slab of muscle. Prominent lines of muscle divided the different areas of his body. His torso was flanked with power and strength, and the muscle of his ribs looked like lines of sand in the desert. His stomach contained an eight pack, full of grooves and valleys. And his chest was wide and expansive. Both of my hands couldn’t take up half the area. “I usually sleep in the nude but I’ll sleep in my boxers tonight.”
“I want you to be comfortable…don’t mind me.”
He chuckled then pulled the covers back. “Come on. Get into bed.”
“With you?” Seriously?
“What does it look like?”
“Are you trying to torture me?”
That stupid grin was on his face. “Change and let’s go to bed.”
I eyed his t-shirt on the floor then snatched it. I pulled it over my dress then removed my dress from underneath.
“That’s pretty impressive.”
His shirt reached past my thighs and made me feel smaller than I already was. I crawled up the bed then lay in the sheets beside him. “Your shirt smells good.”
“It’s my natural scent so I’m not surprised.” He turned on his side and faced me. Then he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. “For what it’s worth, I’m going to be hard all night.”
“We can fix that…”
He chuckled. “I would love to—in the morning.”
“I thought you were a dick?”
“I am.”
“Then why are you being so sensitive right now?”
“I’m a dick because I sleep around and tell women they aren’t getting shit from me. But I’m not an ass. I don’t lie and act like I’m something I’m not. No woman ever has to wonder where our relationship is going. And I don’t take advantage of women. A little buzzed is fine, but totally drunk like this isn’t right. And I don’t need to get a girl drunk to get her into bed. Besides, I’m your friend. What kind of friend would I be if I totally used you when you were most vulnerable? That shit is fucked up.”
Now I felt like an idiot. I put myself out there and got rejected—coldly.
“Hey.” His voice came out gentle. “Saying no wasn’t easy. You know how attracted I am to you. I sincerely hope you still want it in the morning. Because my morning wood is going to be bigger than usual.” He leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. His mouth was soft and delicate. Even though the touch was innocent, it somehow made me melt. “Good night, sweetheart.”
“Good night.”
***
When I woke up the following morning, I had a huge migraine. My head throbbed and it wouldn’t stop. I remembered going out last night with Shelly. And I remembered Tom and his slick moves. But everything else was a blur.
I groaned then opened my eyes, hating the light from the window. Then I turned to see Ash beside me. The sheets were around his waist, and his chiseled torso was defined and hard.
What the hell?
I quickly sat up and searched my brain. Why was he here? I was with Tom so how did I end up with Ash?
What the hell was going on?
Ash released a loud sigh as his eyes fluttered open. He stretched his arms above his chest then looked at me. His hair was messy and he had a sleepy look in his eyes that was somehow sexy. “Morning, sweetheart.”
I slept with him?
I didn’t even remember it.
Oh god, this was bad.
“Uh…” I kicked the sheets away and realized I was wearing his shirt. “Oh no.”
Ash wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back to his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I moved out of his embrace again. “What happened last night?”
“You don’t remember?” That stupid smile was on his lips.
“Does it look like I remember?”
“Then I made the right decision…”
“Sorry?”
“You called me last night from outside of a bar. I picked you up