Alex must have slept after that. When next she opened her eyes, she lay on Cale's chest on the couch. Unsure if he was awake or not, she lifted her head slowly to peer at him and managed a smile when she saw that his eyes were open, and he was peering back.
"Hello," she whispered shyly.
"Hello," he said solemnly.
Alex stared at him for a moment, but then her shyness swelled, and she started to rise, but froze as she felt his erection beneath her. Her eyes shot back to his face with shock. "Didn't you-?"
"Yes," he assured her with a wry smile. "But it seems I want you again."
Alex glanced down to his chest and hesitated, unsurewhat she should do. She'd already made the big mistake of sleeping with him. Would it make it worse if she did it again?
Deciding that if she had to ask herself that, it probably would, she slid her right foot to the floor, intending to get off him, but as she shifted, she rubbed against his returning erection. The excitement that sent tingling through her made her pause again.
"I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," Cale whispered, shifting his h*ps so that he rubbed against her once more.
Alex peered down at his solemn face, and muttered, "Oh, what the hell." She reached between them to clasp his erection, and then steered it back inside of her as she settled on top of him. As she did, Cale smiled at her sexily.
"Welcome back," he murmured, and reached for her br**sts.
Alex closed her eyes with a little sigh as his hands caressed her, and began to raise herself again, but the ring of a phone had her blinking her eyes open and peering around with confusion.
Frowning, she sat up abruptly as she realized she was in her bed, fully dressed in her flannels, and completely alone. What the hell?
The phone rang again, and Alex reached out to grab and silence it. She pulled it to her ear, and barked, "Hello?"
"Congratulations! You've won a free trip to Las Vegas. All you have to do to claim your prize is-"
"Pay you thousands of dollars," Alex muttered withdisgust and slammed the phone back in its holder. Her gaze slid to the bedside alarm clock as she did, and she sighed when she saw that it was eight thirty in the morning. "Damned telemarketers," she muttered, dropping back in bed.
There was supposed to be a list you could put your name on to avoid getting such calls. She'd have to look into how to get on it, Alex thought, and then glanced around the room again. She really was still dressed and in bed. Had that whole episode with Cale been a dream? It must have been, she realized, and muttered, "I knew those jeans came off way too easy."
Cale stared toward the ceiling overhead, wondering who had called. He'd like to slice them up and fry them slowly for interrupting him and Alex. Hell, these shared wet dreams were something else. They were also definitely wet, he realized, a cool damp sensation at his groin drawing his attention to the darker spot over the erection still raging there. He'd obviously spent himself, and then "boned up" again as Bricker had called it. Thank God he hadn't agreed to the sleep-in-the-van idea.
"Someone could have warned me," he muttered with disgust. He would have brought a change of clothes with him, but all he had was what he was wearing. Cale dropped back onto the couch with a sigh, and then stiffened as he heard movement overhead. Alex was up. Great, now she was going to come down here and-
Cursing, he scrambled off the couch and hurried into the kitchen only to pause in the center of it, unsure what to do. The padding of light footsteps coming down the stairs, however, drove him to action. Rushing to the fridge, he tugged the door open, snatched a half full carton of orange juice from the top shelf and promptly tipped it up to his mouth.
"Good morning, I-"
With his back to her, Cale jerked as if startled and allowed orange juice to splash down over his chin, chest, and then his jeans. He damn near emptied the whole half carton to make sure it got to his jeans before jerking it upright and turning to Alex with feigned surprise.
"Oh, geez, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Alex rushed forward. She grabbed the dish towel he'd left to dry beside the sink and hurried to his side to begin mopping up the worst of the juice from his face and chest. "The phone call just woke me up and then I tried to go back to sleep, but I was thirsty, so I came down to get a drink of water and I-"
Cale bit his lip. She'd been mopping at his face then chest as she babbled, and then automatically knelt to continue on to his jeans, but had apparently realized what she was doing and paused. Fortunately, his panic had cooled his passion, and his original erection had gone away; however, watching her mop at him, her hair tousled as it had been in the dream and wearing the adorable flannel pajamas he'd so enjoyed stripping from her in their dream ... well, he hadn't been able to stop himself from growing half-erect again as the sight brought the dream to mind.
"Oh," she breathed, staring at the bulge in his jeans. "I ... Maybe you should-" Alex raised her head and hand, holding the cloth out and peering up uncertainly from where she knelt before him. That brought a whole new set of images to mind, ones they hadn't tried in the dream. Cale's eyes widened in horror as he completely "boned up" now, his erection pushing against his jeans and creating a very noticeable bulge.
"Yes, yes, of course," he said, taking the towel in one hand and her arm in the other to quickly urge her to her feet when she started to lower her gaze to his growing bulge again. Once he had her on her feet, Cale turned away and moved to the sink, using washing his hands as an excuse to keep his back to her as he waited for his erection to recede.
"I really am sorry," Alex murmured, moving to the cupboard now to retrieve a glass. "I guess I should have made some noise or something to let you know I was coming."
"It wasn't your fault. The phone call roused me from sleep, but I wasn't fully awake. I was just startled," he said quietly, wondering how long he was going to have to wash his hand. This particular erection seemed rather persistent. "How's your head?"
"Pretty good." She moved to a watercooler in the corner and ran cold water into her glass. "A little achy still, but I think more sleep would cure that. It was late when we got back from the hospital."
"Yes," Cale agreed, reluctantly turning off the tap and shaking his hands over the sink to remove the worst of the water as he tried to think of how he was going to keep his back to her. Not coming up with anything, he said a bit abruptly, "You should go back to bed."
"I will after I've had something to eat." She appeared at his side with a fresh dish towel, and Cale murmured a "thanks" as he took it but stayed facing the sink as he dried his hands.