Stolen to Keep - Alexa Riley Page 0,11

because it’s Berkley’s writing, but because she’s an incredible storyteller. I love the heroine and how adventurous she is and even how she plays hard to get. I can see so many similarities between her and Berkley and I wonder if it’s intentional. At first, I have a lot of questions, but the more I read, the more I forget about the incredible woman beside me who wrote it and I’m simply enthralled by the story that’s unfolding.

Before I realize it, Berkley is fast asleep beside me and I’ve devoured the whole book in a matter of hours. I was so consumed with what would happen next that I lost track of everything else. Is this what reading romance is normally like?

I close the notebook and set it on the side table, my thoughts and feelings spinning. I want to know if there’s going to be another book and what happens to them after they leave Egypt. I also can’t tear my mind away from the filthy sex scenes she wrote and I’m so turned on it’s painful. I have to roll over on my stomach and grind my cock into the mattress for some kind of relief. Fucking hell, the things that she wrote have me turned upside down and I’ve never felt so much all at once.

How can I sleep like this, with all of these emotions going through my head? I stare at her and the flutter of her lashes as she sleeps and I wonder if she’s dreaming of me. Would she ever be so desperate for me like the heroine in her book was for the hero? God, what could I do to her to make her need me like that?

My desperate fingers inch across the blanket to her and trace the curve of her shoulder all the way down to her hip. My hands ache to hold her, to feel her, to pull her against me. I want to roll on top of her and cover her with my weight as I kiss her slowly and tell her how I want a night in the desert with her just like in her novel. That I want to make that story real and give her the happily ever after that she deserves.

I know I should roll away from her and keep my hands to myself. But I’ve come this far, why stop now?

Chapter Six

Berkley

I don’t have to open my eyes to know where I am because his rich, sweet scent surrounds me. I don’t know how Vaughn pulls off smelling both manly and yummy but he does. It’s a scent that will forever be branded into my mind and does things to me.

At least when I’m awake I can try to hide the way he makes me feel. But last night my body betrayed me and now I’m sprawled on top of Vaughn’s big body and using him as my bed. I don't want to move but I’m not sure I could with his arms around me holding me in place. I wonder how long I’ve been like this.

I don’t know if it’s him being here or because I’m so worn out but last night was the best night of sleep I can ever remember having. My brain feels more settled today and the information I've been poring over these past few days has sunk in. I’m relaxed and have peace of mind that everything is going to be fine.

When I shift a little on top of Vaughn, I gasp. His cock slides along my clit, and even though we both have underwear on the sensation is so damn good. The shirt he gave me to wear has ridden up and my bare stomach is pressed against his. God, he feels good all over.

The throb between my legs grows and I wonder if he’s awake. I blame this on the fact that I can’t remember the last time I got myself off. With everything going on it’s been the last thing on my mind. I normally do it every night before bed. I did it so I wouldn't try to date until I was done with school and I could handle my needs until then. But right now I don't want to handle them. Oh God, I bet Vaughn saw the toy in my nightstand when I told him about my book.

This time Vaughn is the one to shift and his cock slides across my clit again. I stifle a whimper but my lady business