Chapter Sixteen
Hope woke to banging on her bedroom door. Ben’s arm draped possessively across her belly.
“Coffee’s on.” Axel’s voice faded as his footsteps clomped down the stairs.
She sat bolt upright and took in Ben’s glorious n***d form stretched out on the floor beside her. “SHIT.” She shook his shoulder. “Ben,” she said urgently, but quietly. “Ben. Wake up. We fell asleep.”
Shitshitshitshit.
Ben yawned and stretched, the blanket falling to his hips. His torso was a work of art. Even in the dim light, the planes and ridges of his chest and abs made her want to lick him up. But she couldn’t think of that right now. How in the hell was she going to sneak him out of her room without being noticed? Her family would come unglued and restart the feud with the Sinclaires. They wouldn’t
