Chapter 4: Under the Same Covers

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So, was the floor really that slippery, or did you mean to grab me? The thought flashed through my mind as Leslie's small hand-spread wide in surprise-ended up somewhere it shouldn't. First time a woman had copped a feel, and she was a knockout. No way I wasn't turned on. "Uh…" A low sound escaped before I could swallow it. Leslie seemed to realize what she'd done. She let go right away, shot me a playful, scolding look, and hurried off. Heh. Clearly she wants it, but she's still putting on a show. Watching her walk away, I smirked, equal parts contempt and lust, then headed for a quick shower. Either way, once I'd cleaned up, I'd be sharing a bed with her. Not a bad start. Steam fogged up the stall. I scrubbed myself clean. When I reached for a towel, I spotted two bath towels on the rack-one gray, one pink. No need to guess which was Leslie's. No chance I'd use Sergio Willis's stuff. I picked up Leslie's towel and gave it a quick sniff. Soft, clean, and carrying a trace of her. I dried off, folded the towel carefully so she wouldn't notice I'd used it, and stepped out. The bedroom glowed softly with a nightlight. Leslie was already in bed. She turned her head when I walked in. "Why aren't you wearing clothes?" "I just showered-I need clean clothes." "Where are they?" "Downstairs." Surrogacy wasn't a one-day thing, so I'd packed a change of clothes when I came-just forgot to bring the bag up. "Jerk," Leslie muttered, then went down to fetch my backpack. Once I'd changed, I tested the waters. "So, can I sleep on the bed?" "Sleep." She scooted over to make space, then piled the comforter up in the middle like a wall. "Don't cross this line. If you do, you'll regret it." That settled it. No luck tonight. Still, she'd already promised Sergio. As long as I passed the hospital check tomorrow, came out healthy, and my swimmers checked out, Leslie would take the initiative and sleep with me. I could wait one more night. With that in mind, I nodded. "All right. Rest easy." Seeing me keep my distance, she took two extra blankets from the cabinet. She tossed one to me, spread out the other with care, then turned her back and settled in. I let out a quiet sigh. I knew there was no chance tonight, but lying next to a beauty like her, it was hard to keep my mind from wandering. I'd seen Leslie up close. I knew exactly what she was working with. I pictured long, fair legs, the curves of her body, and the way her face went hazy with pleasure. The more I thought about it, the more my hands itched to shove the covers aside and pull her close. Too bad. Leslie would never go for that. If I tried to force it, Sergio might not blame me, but Leslie would go nuclear on me. After turning it over and over, I decided to wait the extra night. I lay awake, unable to sleep, while Leslie, after helping herself out twice, drifted off quickly. Her breathing was deep and even. The blanket smelled faintly of her, and I knew I was under her covers. From what I'd heard, Sergio was no good in bed. He probably avoided sharing a bed with her. From what I could tell, Leslie had a high sex drive. Otherwise, there wouldn't be two or three sex toys tucked away at home, or those adult videos on her computer. Just then Leslie let out a soft little moan. "Mmm." What was that? So she was talking in her sleep? I turned my head, curious, and saw her blanket on the floor. Half-asleep and not thinking, she'd burrowed right into the pile in the middle. We'd stacked the bedding into a wall. Now that she'd burrowed straight through it, the barrier between us was gone. Moonlight washed in, cool and silvery, leaving a faint glow to see by. In that muted light, I took in her face up close for the first time. Her eyes were closed, lashes long and trembling. Maybe she was dreaming. Right then, I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and steal a kiss. Her features were fine-a neat little nose, a small mouth that looked soft and inviting without being too full. She wasn't wearing any lip gloss, yet her lips still looked soft and kissable. I drew a breath and inched closer. My chest tightened. I reached her, then leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. It hit me like an electric shock-my mind went blank. I pulled back immediately, worried she'd wake, ready to retreat. Before I could move away, Leslie wrapped around me, clinging like an octopus. "Bad… bad man… you always leave me wanting so badly," she murmured, half-dreaming. For a second I thought she meant me. Then she settled, cheek on my arm, and slipped back into sleep without another move. So she was talking in her sleep. I thought of how Sergio had once drugged her and sighed. What you brood on by day haunts your dreams at night. From the way she acted around Sergio, she seemed to lean on him. Still, with all that money, did she like Sergio the man, or Sergio's bank account? I didn't know, and it wasn't my business. I was here to do my job-get Leslie pregnant, then walk away with the $80,000. That thought brought the ache back. My hand drifted, feeling along the blanket, then stalled over her chest. I sucked in a breath at the soft press of the cotton and forced myself to hold still. If this mattress weren't so soft, I might've just taken matters into my own hands to take the edge off. "Leslie's out cold," I whispered to myself. "If I tugged at her clothes for a peek, she wouldn't even notice, would she…"

Chapter 4: Under the Same Covers

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