down on her couch as he watched rugby. He must’ve fallen asleep.
Which meant Em had deliberately curled up beside him.
Feeling her breast sit heavily on his fingertips, her magnificent ass against his pelvis, inhaling her, memories of their night together flooded him.
Blood rocketed to his dick and his erection pushed against his suit pants and into the crest between Em’s ass cheeks.
Jack turned his head into the cushion to muffle his groan of need.
Then he heard it.
The swift intake of breath, seconds before she pushed her ass into his dick.
“Em,” he grunted, cupping her breast in his hand and squeezing the full, lush globe.
She whimpered and clutched his hand, drawing it away from her breast and down her stomach. If it was possible, he hardened even more at the feel of the gentle rise of her belly where their baby was growing. She moved his hand over and down to the tight gap between her closed thighs.
Euphoria and arousal made his voice hoarse. “Is that where you need me, sunrise?”
She tensed. And then Jack felt a cool breeze waft over him as Emery flew to her feet. She swayed as she whirled around to glare down at him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Her cheeks were flushed hot.
Indignation rushed through him. “Me? I didn’t fall asleep with you next to me, darlin’, you did that.”
“That wasn’t an invitation to stick your”—she gestured to Jack’s still-visible erection—“in my ass.”
God, the very thought of doing just that only made him harder. He sat up and pressed his fingers to his eyelids. “Fuck, Em, could you not?” Then he dropped his hands and glared up at her. “Why do I feel like a bad guy here? I woke up, you were in my arms, that tends to make me hard, yeah … but I wasn’t the one who rubbed her ass into my dick or put my hand between her legs.”
In the moonlight spilling through the windows, he could see she was bright red with mortification. “I was asleep! I thought I was dreaming!”
Oh, really? “So, you dream about me?”
“Screw you, Jack!” she yelled with a lot more anger than Jack felt the situation warranted. “You can see yourself out!” Before he could reply, Em rushed through the doorway that led to the staircase.
Jack launched himself off the sectional and hurried after her. “Em, why are you making a big deal out of this?”
“Don’t follow me!” she screeched.
Jesus Christ.
Jack followed her. “Sunrise?”
“Don’t come in here,” her voice commanded.
Jack ignored her and strode into her bedroom where she stood, arms crossed over her chest, glowering at him.
It was a cover.
She was embarrassed. She was mortified she’d touched him.
What the hell?
“Em, what’s going on? So you were dreaming … okay. Fine. Disappointing for me,” he teased, “but it shouldn’t embarrass you. Or make you pissed at me.”
Remorse softened her expression. “I’m sorry … I’m just …”
“You’re just what?”
Emery threw her hands up. “I’m frustrated!”
Confused, he frowned. “Frustrated?”
She glanced around the room, like she couldn’t meet his eyes. “Frustrated. As in … sexually,” she whispered.
And Jack was fighting not to get hard again.
Fuck me.
“Apparently it happens with some women when they’re pregnant. And it’s happening to me. A lot. So much. Nearly all the time.”
The woman he loved, who was carrying his baby but didn’t want to be in a relationship with him, was standing there telling him she was horny.
So this was what hell looked like.
“I see,” he choked out.
Her eyes moved back to him reluctantly. “I think we should take some space.”
No fucking chance. “Nope.”
“But you’re the problem,” she blurted.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s you!” She gestured to him in exasperation. “With your throat and forearms and sexy hands and that swagger.”
Thrill coursed through Jack as he approached her. “Are you telling me you’re horny, Em, or that you’re horny for me?”
“I hate that word.” She slapped her hands over her face to cover her mortification and groaned.
Jack grinned as he approached, heat flushing through him. He gently peeled her hands from her face. “Don’t be embarrassed, Em. I am unbelievably flattered. And more than happy to be of use.”
Her jaw dropped. “Meaning?”
“I can’t have my favorite girl walking around all frustrated, now can I?” He maneuvered her toward the bed.
“But Jack …” Her chest rose and fell with excitement as her expression moved between desire and uncertainty. “It wouldn’t change anything between us.”
“I know that,” he lied. “I’m just a friend helping another friend out. No strings attached.”
Emery bit her lower lip. “I don’t know.”
That she