Be With Me(47)

Cherished. Such simple, loving actions.

She was awash in need. Craving.

Once again their hands moved across her skin.

Then they were gone. She whimpered in protest, and the bed moved, dipping and swaying beneath her.

“Turn over, honey,” Sawyer whispered in her ear.

She couldn’t muster the energy to move.

He tugged at her shoulder, helping her rotate. She saw Hutch holding a glass of water in one hand, and she knew what was coming.

“Take it,” Hutch urged.

She didn’t want to zone out on a painkil er. She very much wanted to stay in the here and now.

Wanted them to continue touching her.

“We aren’t going anywhere, Reggie darling. Take it.”

Cam’s husky voice slid sensuously over her, wrapping her in a comforting blanket. With Sawyer’s help, she sat up and took the smal pil Hutch held out to her. She downed it in one swal ow then handed the glass back to Hutch.

“Do you want a T-shirt to sleep in?” Sawyer asked.

She shook her head. She wanted them against her. Skin on skin. She found Sawyer’s gaze and then looked down to Cam and then back to Hutch. “Stay with me?”

“Always,” Hutch said evenly.

Sawyer lifted her easily from the bed, and Cam bal ed the towel up and hurled it across the room toward the bathroom. Hutch pulled back the sheets, and Sawyer set her down again in the center.

Then he climbed in beside her. She turned on her side and snuggled back against his chest. He put an arm around her and spooned up against her, his groin cupped against her bottom.

In front of her, Hutch stood at the side of the bed undressing. He stripped down to his boxers then lifted the sheet and crawled in next to her. Sawyer moved his arm so that it wasn’t between her and Hutch and instead rested it down the length of her leg.

She looked for Cam, wondering how he’d fit. She wanted him here. He lay across the end of the bed and put a hand over her blanket-covered foot. He squeezed reassuringly and smiled.

“Go to sleep, Reggie darling. God knows you need it. Tomorrow . . . tomorrow we’l talk about it al and figure things out.”

She held his gaze for a long moment, savoring their connection. Then slowly, her gaze drifted back up Hutch’s body, and she found him staring back at her.

He moved his hand to cup her cheek and then moved his mouth to cover hers in a gentle kiss.

“Do as Cam says, baby.”

He trailed a finger down her cheek and kissed her one last time.

Sawyer’s body, molded so tightly to hers . . . Hutch in front of her, barely an inch separating them, and Cam at her feet, his hand reassuringly on her leg . . .

she wasn’t sure it could be more perfect than this or that anything else would ever feel so right.

Chapter 18

Regina came awake with a gasp. Sweat dampened her body, and despite the heat emanating from the two men sleeping on either side of her, she shivered.

The nightmare stil lurked on the edge of her consciousness, but it wasn’t about her. She hadn’t seen images of her dying in an explosion.

The terror that surrounded her, gripped her throat, was because in her tormented dreams, it had been Hutch, Cam and Sawyer who had been threatened. It was them in the vehicle when it blew up.

Nausea wel ed in her stomach and she sat up, the covers stretching and pul ing as she clutched them to her br**sts.

She glanced to one side and then the other to see Sawyer and Hutch sleeping. When she looked to the end of the bed, she noticed that Cam had gotten up.

Her panic wouldn’t subside. The dream had been too real.

She released the covers and then careful y climbed over them on her hands and knees to the end of the bed. She eased off and quietly picked up Hutch’s shirt from the floor. On quiet feet, she headed for the door, pul ing the T-shirt over her head as she went.

Cam’s door was open across the hal , but the light wasn’t on. She slipped inside, leaving the door wide open in her haste. The bed was empty and wasn’t unmade.

She tried to swal ow back her panic. She was being completely unreasonable. But locked inside was the compulsion to find Cam, to make sure he was al right.

Her hand slid up her chest to her clammy neck as she reentered the hal way and headed for the stairs.

She gripped the railing with her right hand as she descended on shaky feet.

The living room and kitchen were dark. Where was he?

Then she remembered the office located off the formal dining room. Maybe he was there.

She walked through the dining room, across the polished wood floors. Relief rose up, sharp and al -

consuming, when she saw the door ajar to the office and light emanating from within.

Her fingers glanced off the surface as she fumbled for the knob. The door swung open, and she looked in to see Cam sitting at his desk going over drawings.

He looked up when she stepped in.

“Reggie, what are you doing up?”

He pulled his glasses off with one hand and set them down in front of him with a frown. When she just stood there, feeling a little stupid but tremendously relieved just to see him and know he was al right, he got up and walked over to her.

“Are you okay? What are you doing down here?” he asked. He reached out and touched her cheek, frowned again and threaded his fingers through her damp hair.

“Bad dream,” she croaked.