With a deep, powerful grunt, he falls off the edge, pulsing inside me. His eyes flutter back open afterward and he looks . . . happy. Actually, he looks downright giddy. “I guess you’re not a roll over and fall asleep type?” I tease with a small laugh as he grinds his hips. “Let me guess . . . round two and cuddles?”

Blake releases my hands to trace over my body with his own hands. “Something like that. I’m definitely more the snuggle bug, contemplate the universe type. Or the run a mile type, but you said you don’t run, so I guess that’s out.”

“I’ll take door number one, I think,” I negotiate around a yawn. “And a nap before round two.”

“Deal.”

Blake and I rearrange ourselves in his bed, him sitting with two pillows to prop up against the headboard and me lying on my side with my head on his bare chest. It’s intimate and cozy, with his hands mindlessly mapping out my skin and my fingers dancing through the small patch of soft hair on his chest.

“I’ve got an idea,” he says, picking up a book off the nightstand. “It’s nothing fancy,” he warns me, “just a recent best seller.”

The cover says it’s an Oprah Book Club book, but I’ve never heard of the title. “You want to read?”

“I thought we could take turns reading to each other?” he says quietly, but I can feel his heart racing beneath my cheek and he’s holding his breath. This sexy man is risking insecurities of his own, hoping that I’ll find the idea appealing, not weird.

“I think that’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever wanted to do with me.”

His laugh bounces me, and his arm wraps around me to keep me in place. “After what we just did? I’ll try to not be utterly gutted that reading is somehow ‘sexier’ than that.”

Oh, shit, I guess that didn’t come out right. “No! That was great, but . . . reading to me?” I say the words slow like the awesomeness should be self-explanatory.

I can feel Blake smile. “It’s fine, Zo. I know what you meant.”

“Oh, good. What’s it about?”

Instead of telling me, he reads to me, and though the story is interesting, it’s Blake’s voice that has me hooked. Or more likely, it’s the whole package that makes up Blake Hale.

He’s got me—hook, line, and sinker.

Chapter 18

Blake

The room is still pitch black when my alarm goes off. I try to be quiet so I don’t disturb Zoey, who’s sleeping soundly in my bed. The thought echoes through my mind. Zoey Walker is sleeping in my bed after a night of amazing sex and agreeing to go out with me!