Jake's about to open her mouth to bitch that he's taking too long when he finally clambers onto the bed, lying on top of her and pinning her down to the bed.

She can't help the little shiver that crawls down her spine at what he says. "I've lived with four guys for five years," she protests, her hands lifting to settle on his waist as her legs shift beneath him to make space for him between them. "I know how morning wood works. I didn't know it was for me."