Lying in Bed. Jo Leigh

there and let Angie do her thing. She’d figure out exactly how they were supposed to be situated. At least her knee had eliminated the possibility of his cock getting involved, so that was something.

      “Is this supposed to be comfortable?” he asked, his lips very close to Angie’s ear as she lay with her head on his shoulder.

      “I have no idea.” She adjusted again.

      Every time she moved, Ryan tensed another notch. Delilah had asked for one partner to be “enveloped” by the other in order to listen to their heartbeat. First off, he didn’t think Delilah knew what enveloped meant, but that wasn’t the issue. Having Angie curl up in his arms? Touching him from shoulder to calf? Mother of—

      “You’re squeezing,” Angie said.

      “Huh?”

      “My elbow. Tightly.”

      Ryan jerked his hand away, but it turned out to be a load-bearing hand and Angie slid down his chest until they reached a brand-new level of discomfort. Especially when her knee ended up on his inner thigh. Perilously near the first event.

      “Oh, boy,” she said.

      He swallowed a moan.

      Then she made things a hundred times worse by trying to scoot back up using that damned knee. Against his thigh. He bit his lip and most definitely did not whimper.

      “Sorry, sorry.”

      He moved, too, attempting to keep his privates out of jeopardy while they struggled to get into position.

      “That’s wonderful,” Delilah said from the front of the room. “Now that you’re all settled, I want you to listen to the sounds of the rain forest and become aware of your breathing.”

      “Settled?” Ryan whispered. He hadn’t known a whisper could be high-pitched. He didn’t dare look around the whole room, but the couples in his line of sight looked as cozy as lovebirds. The bastards. “We’re doing this wrong.”

      “What would you suggest?” Angie whispered back, her frustration making him feel a little better. “We don’t fit on this thing.”

      “Everyone else fits. You have to relax.”