Free Hooked on the Game (The Sterling Shore Series #1) by C.M. Owens

clothes he's given me, I walk back out with my dress in hand.  I carefully tucked my underwear inside to keep them from falling out in front of him.
    "Just toss your dress on my dresser.  I'll send it to the drycleaners with my stuff," he says without looking at me as he types something on his phone.
    I suck in a sharp breath of air.  He's in his track pants and he's still shirtless.  I huddle up in my room most of the time, so I never get to see him getting ready for bed.  I won't be hiding in my room anymore.  I want floor seats for this show from now on.
    I put the dress on his dresser, next to his stuff, and then I walk over to the far side of the ridiculous bed meant for Jack's giant.
    "You need me to set an alarm or anything?" he asks as I slip into the heavenly folds of his bed.
    Wow.  His bed is so much better than mine.  And I thought mine was pretty frigging fantastic.
    "No.  You can just toss me out with the sun, though."
    He laughs and slips into the covers on his side.  If you had told me I'd be sleeping in Kade Colton's bed two weeks ago, I would be in the hospital from my side-splitting laughter.
    He just chuckles as he turns over, giving me a view of his perfect back.  I should probably face the other way, but I can't tear my eyes away.  He hasn't mentioned that kiss, and I doubt either of us ever will.  I just wish I could quit thinking about it.
     

Chapter 6
    Frustrated
     
    A hard body is pressed against me, hot breaths are on my neck, and a firm piece of temptation is touching the inside of my thigh.  My eyes go wide in the bed, and I realize Kade is almost on top of me, holding me to him, and wrapping me up like I'm his.
    His soft, dark hair is against my chin, and I lick my dry lips as I try to ignore the fact he's aroused in his sleep.  I should probably move out from under him, but after the hellacious night of dreams I've had about him, it's hard not to put his morning arousal to use.
    He stirs lightly, tightening his hold on me as he breathes in deep.  His knee comes up to press against the spot I never imagined he'd touch.  Frustration grabs me and shakes me with an agonizing tug.  It's been so long since a guy has made me feel anything like this.  Even though the sex with Jeremy wasn't great, it was sure as hell exciting to lead up to it.
    He mutters something in his sleep, though I don't know what, and then his hand slides up to grab my left breast in a groping motion.  A pathetic moan slips through my lips, and I mentally slap myself.
    Heat floods between my thighs, and a forgotten ache comes back with a vengeance.  This isn't good.  This isn't good at all.
    "Christ," he gasps, jarring me out of all my fantasies.
    He scrambles back, releasing me from his delicious clutches, and leaves me with that damn ache that now refuses to leave.
    "Shit, Raya.  I'm sorry," he grumbles while wiping his eyes and rubbing his head.
    I sit up, praying I'm not as red as I feel, and I shrug, pretending as though I just woke up.
    "Sorry for?" I ask, doing all I can to keep this from being awkward.  "I just woke up."
    He breathes out heavily while getting up from the bed.  "Never mind.  I need to grab a shower.  You good?"
    Hell no, I'm not good .  That's a terrible word to describe me right now.
    "Yeah," I drawl out, feigning a yawn.  "Maybe Ember has left my room.  I'd like a shower, too."
    He tenses up, which is odd.  "If she's not, then just come back down.  You can use my shower when I'm done."
    Images of me climbing in the shower with him attack my already scandalous mind.  Stop it, Raya!
    "You okay?" I ask.
    Shit.  It must have really pissed him off to be touching me.  I'd find it offensive, but I'm starting to understand his way of thinking.  I'd ruin his reputation in the business world, considering I come from nothing.  And he doesn't even know about my father's scandals that would really destroy his pretty name.
    A washing sense of disappointment cloaks me, almost