Hungry For You - Argeneau Series - Book 14 Page 0,61

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 hips 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 breasts.

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