“God!” I gasped, jerking my body around as something warm and rock hard pressed up against me. I pushed up to a sitting position and brushed loose wisps of hair out of my face. It was dark out. I was in a tank top and my pajama bottoms. I’d been asleep and now woken up by a very sexy, very shirtless West. “When was the last time you ate?” He frowned, assessing the empty bottles amassed on my bedside table as the moonlight filled my room with a silvery glow. “What?” I asked, rubbing my sleepy eyes as I checked my Ironman watch. Midnight. He hadn’t even been gone twenty-four hours, like he promised. “Do you usually drink your dinner?” he asked, standing with his hands low on his hips, his black Nike cloth pants hanging even lower. Good Lord… “How was your trip?” I asked, giving a big, fake smile. “I think the question is, how was yours?” Groaning, I fell back onto the mattress and threw a pillow over my face. He wanted to do this now? I felt the mattress dip down under his weight, then his arms around my waist. He felt so good that I had to moan with pleasure as he hugged me to his chest.
