Turn Up the Heat by Kimberly Kincaid

Author:Kimberly Kincaid [Kincaid, Kimberly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2014-01-30T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The grating scrape of metal on asphalt jolted Shane from a dead sleep, and he lifted his head from his lumpy excuse for a pillow, a.k.a. a balled-up sweatshirt. Sun streamed in through the windows, so brilliant that his eyes had no hope of adjusting, and he went to rake a hand through his hair in an effort to jump-start his brain.

His arm refused to budge. And what was with that noise?

“Ugh, shhh,” Bellamy murmured drowsily, and she burrowed farther beneath the blanket, rubbing her back against the cradle of his hips before sighing back to sleep. His arms were wrapped around her from behind, the one that lay by her head completely asleep, the other resting right in between her cashmere-covered breasts.

The memory of the night before filtered back into his brain like a series of sweetly wicked dreams, and although Shane was sore as hell from sleeping on the concrete floor, the warmth of Bellamy’s body against his kept him happily rooted to the offending spot. He shifted even closer, acutely aware of the rise and fall of her chest under his hand. Man, she smelled so good, even after spending the night on the floor of a garage. How many girls could pull that off? Shane closed his eyes, drifting back into the feel of her fuzzy sweater, of the incredible skin that lay beneath it . . .

The side door to the garage banged open with a rude thud, scaring the ever-loving crap out of him.

“Shane? You in here?” Even though he recognized the voice right away, Shane still froze to his spot under the blanket.

Shit. Shitshitshit! Bellamy did the shift-and-snuggle, her slow breaths suggesting she was still very much asleep and about to get the shock of her life. Shane leaned forward to put a gentle whisper in her ear in order to soften the blow, but it was too late. Jackson rounded the passenger side of the Mustang, coming into view.

“Jeez, buddy, I had no idea you’d still be . . . whoa!” Jackson skidded to a halt as soon as he saw the two of them lying on the floor, wrapped up together just as easy as you please. Bellamy chose that exact moment to wake up with a start, looking disoriented as hell. She sucked in a breath at the sound of Jackson’s voice, then promptly gave a startled, full-body jerk that landed her butt squarely on Shane’s raging morning hard-on.

Right. Because the whole morning-after thing wasn’t awkward enough.

“Morning, Jackson,” Shane said, trying to come up with a graceful way out of the situation while getting his dick to cooperate and keeping Bellamy’s honor as intact as possible. It was a tall order on both counts, seeing as how her body pressed into him from head to toe.

“This is Bellamy Blake.” Shane gestured in front of him with his chin before sliding her hips from his in a careful move, despite the nasty dual protest from his brain and his southern bits.

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