Hooking Him (How to Catch an Alpha #3)(40)

Not even two minutes later, I hear him snore softly, and I smile. I guess he wasn’t lying when he said he was exhausted. When his hand on my hip tightens, I tip my head back and study his sleeping face for a moment, and then I curl myself deeper against his side. Before I know it, my eyes drift closed and I fall asleep, feeling safer and more content than I ever have in my life.





Suggestion 10

ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS

CALVIN

I wake when the bed shifts and instinctively reach out, grasping Anna’s wrist before she can get away. “Where are you going?”

“The bathroom,” she whispers.

I release her, roll the opposite direction, and sit up on the side of the bed as she goes into the bathroom. After flipping on my bedside lamp, I pick up the remote for the TV, turn it off, and then tap the screen of my cell to check the time. It’s just after two, so I scrub my hands down my face, push up off the bed, and then open the door to the bathroom.

“Oh my God, I’m peeing here!” Anna squeaks from the toilet, and I look at her over my shoulder.

“I’m going to brush my teeth.”

“Can you wait until I’m done in here?”

“I won’t watch.” I then turn around to face the mirror, grab my toothbrush from the holder, and load it with paste.

“Seriously?” she asks loudly.

I grin around the brush in my mouth, then turn on the water. “Better?”

“No, it’s not better.” The toilet flushes, and she walks to the second sink and flips it on to wash her hands. Once she’s done, she stomps out of the bathroom and then comes back a second later with her bag over her shoulder.

“You’re not leaving,” I tell her, and she rolls her eyes at me in the mirror as she opens the bag and pulls out her own toothbrush. She starts brushing her teeth, and I decide not to ask her why she’d bring a toothbrush if she didn’t plan on staying.

“Why are you smirking?”

“You’re cute.” I rinse my mouth, then shut off the water. “And even cuter when you’re annoyed.”

“I guess that’s good, since you annoy me all the time.”

“Do I?” I lean back against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest.

“It happens a lot.” She rinses her mouth, then pulls out a package from the bag, takes a wipe out of it, and uses it to take off the little makeup she has on. Once she’s done, she takes some kind of cream out and starts to rub it on her face.

“You sure did bring a lot of stuff to come over and watch a movie.”

“Annoying.” She glares at me out of the corner of her eye.

“What else do you have in there?” I reach over and try to peek in the bag, but she pulls it away before I can.

“Clothes for tomorrow,” she says, still glaring, and I laugh. “I’m going back to bed.” She brushes by me and heads back into the bedroom.

“That sounds like a great idea.” I take off my shirt and start to kick off my pants.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting undressed.” I look at her.

“Oh.”

“Do you normally wear so much to bed?”

“No, not normally.” She tugs at the end of her shirt.

“Feel free to get comfortable.” I walk around to the opposite side of the bed from her.

She looks unsure for a moment, then strips off her pants and starts to lift her shirt, exposing her stomach and showing the lace of her panties, before dropping it back in place.

“Tease.”

She laughs as I flip off the light, casting the room in darkness. I get into bed and reach across the distance between us, curling her into my side.

“Your bed is comfortable.” She rests her hand over my stomach and her leg over my hip as my hand slides up her shirt to rest on the curve of her waist.

“It should be. I splurged on the mattress and will probably be paying for it for the next five years.”

“How much did it cost?” She moves her head, and I know she’s looking at me.

“A few grand.”

“Really.” She bounces her hip against the bed, causing her knee to rub up against my cock, which has been semihard since the moment we met.

“Babe.”

“Yeah?” She tips her head back to look at me.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

“What?” she prompts. I take her hand and place it over my erection, and she whispers, “Oh.”

“Yeah.” I start to move it away, but she grips me tightly, and I groan. I find her mouth in the dark and sink my tongue between her lips. With my hand on her hip, I urge her to straddle me, and she whimpers as her lace-covered pussy rubs against my erection.

“Anna.” I move my hands up her thighs, over her hips, and then to her sides. She leans back and pulls her shirt off, and I groan as I lift my head to pull one nipple into my mouth while cupping her other breast.

“Calvin,” she hisses, sliding her fingers through my hair and tugging as she rolls her hips.

I release her breast and wrap my arm around her waist, holding her tight as I scoot back in the bed to rest against the headboard. “I want to see you.” I reach over and flip on the light, and I look up at her beautiful face with her hair as wild as the look in her eyes. “Kiss me, Anna.”