Forever In Lingerie. Gina Gordon

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she knew he had fallen asleep. Sleep. Sleep was a good idea, but Martina disliked the night time.

      The same dream had clouded her slumber for the last two years. She couldn’t understand the meaning, other than to continue on her path. She figured when she found peace, settled into the life she had always wanted, the figure would stop running. Martina would stop chasing. Until that day, Mac was her motivation. The ghost from her past telling her to keep moving.

      She rested her arms on the edge of the couch cushion and lowered her head. She just needed to get her bearings and wait for the room to stop spinning. Two minutes and she would search in the dark for the warmth of a blanket and soft mattress.

      * * * *

      Rob eased his eyes open. He felt relaxed, comfortable and most importantly, no longer in pain.

      Martina. Martina had showed up and did some kind of voodoo magic with her hands. Did voodoo work on migraines?

      She was pretty drunk. He remembered that. She’d stumbled all over the place until she finally found the couch and used his body as a crutch. He was glad when she decided to stop short of his crotch. No doubt a raging hard-on would have put a crimp in the moment.

      There was a soft scent lingering in the air. Something fresh and flowery. Something different. Not the usual scent he associated with his sister or even Amie. He shifted his position and bumped his arm into something. A head? He extended his hand, trying to distinguish in the dark.

      Immediately he was hard again. Just the thought of Martina sleeping beside him had his heart beating faster. He chalked up his sudden burst of sexual need to the fact that he knew she wanted a good screw. A normal reaction for a man.

      She didn’t look comfortable. If he carried her to the bed he could use the bathroom then return to the couch. He scooted to the end of the couch and settled on his feet. Not one sting of pain. Not one throb behind his eyes. She really did work magic.

      Laying her upper body against his arm, he grabbed her legs and lifted. She was deadweight. As he carried her to the bedroom, her head fell over his arm and he heard a quiet gurgle escape from her mouth. There was no way she was waking up any time soon.

      When he laid her down he tried to get a look at her up close. It was too dark but he knew she wasn’t wearing the white lingerie anymore. He tucked her under the covers then quickly used the bathroom. As he stepped out, the light cast a soft glow over the room and illuminated her figure. She had a tiny smear of black makeup around her eye, and her hair was out of place. That made her all the more beautiful.

      He never did get to devise his plan of seduction. Not that he was a master of seduction. He never had to be. Women just seemed to always be around, especially with Aleks in the vicinity.

      “Mac!” Martina’s frantic voice caught his attention. “Mac! Wait!”

      She thrashed around in the bed. What was he supposed to do? She didn’t look frightened, but he definitely didn’t like the fact that she was dreaming about another man. Mac.

      Rob approached the bed and laid a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her. “Martina?” He shook a little harder. “Martina? Wake up.”

      “Mac?”

      “No. It’s not Mac. It’s Rob.”

      “Rob?” She still had her eyes closed and softly sighed. “Rob?” She bolted upright, knocking his hand away.

      “You were having a dream.”

      “How did I get in the bed?”

      “I carried you.” Her mouth molded into an ‘O’ shape. “You were talking in your sleep.”

      “Sometimes I do that.”

      He watched her from the side of the bed. Her face was strained. “Can I get you something?”

      “I’m fine, but the room’s not. It’s spinning.”

      He chuckled. “You did have a lot to drink.”

      “Your head.” She looked at him. “I remember that.” A bright hint of green shone through the small crack of her eyelids as they fluttered, trying to wake themselves from sleep.

      “Whatever you did worked.”

      “Good.” She lay back down and curled up on her side.

      He headed toward the washroom then switched off the light. “I’ll just be in the other room.”

      “Stay.” Her voice was so soft he barely heard her. “Will you stay? It would be nice to have the company for a change.”

      “All right.” Maybe he didn’t need a plan. She was making it pretty easy for him to make a move.

      He crawled into the bed and settled under the covers. She sidled up to him, her scent filling his nostrils as she fit her body snug against his and rested her hand on his chest.

      There was nothing sexual about their contact, but Rob had no willpower to stop the growing need he felt below the belt. Despite wanting this woman fiercely, he was content just the way they were. He was comfortable, and for some reason the only word that described his feeling at that moment was home.

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