Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers in a deep, rough drawl. All the little hairs on my neck stick up, and a shiver rushes through me. One night and my body responds to him like it’s found its other half. Last night was good. No, it was fucking amazing, but that doesn’t change anything. It can’t.
Regardless, my body is heating up again just by the way he feels pressed against me. Stupid, traitorous body—betraying me again, like it did with Asshole.
His strong hand trails across my hip and stops on my stomach. I still and pretend I’m asleep, but he knows I’m not when my breath hitches at his contact. Soft lips kiss my neck, trailing across my shoulder and up toward my jawline. Fuck. My eyes flutter closed, but then I blink them open and realize I have to stop before his hand or mouth trails any lower. I turn my body and look up at him. Deep blue eyes stare seductively into mine, and I swallow hard, knowing what I have to do so I don’t lead him on or give the wrong idea. Last night was fun, but that’s all it can be now—a memory.
“I’m sorry, Alex.” I sit up, pulling the sheet up to cover my bare breasts.
He smiles. “For what, darlin’? You have nothing to be sorry for. Not even for the way you screamed my name and buried your head in the pillow.”
My eyes widen, a blush creeping up my neck and cheeks. “I think you should go,” I tell him, keeping my composure, trying to make it less awkward than it already is.
Placing his hands behind his head, he takes me by surprise when he lets out a big hearty laugh. “Before breakfast? I could grab us some plates from the continental breakfast downstairs and bring it back up, so we can refuel.” He flashes a wink as if to indicate refuel for round two, or three.
I purse my lips. “Umm, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I use a gentle voice to lessen the blow.
Alex sits up, and he’s basically face-to-face with me. Smiling, he tucks loose strands of hairs behind my ear and rubs his thumb across my cheek before standing. “I’m in room 5513 if you change your mind, sweetheart.” The confidence in his tone makes me think he doesn’t really think I’m going to let him leave or he’s pretending that being kicked out doesn’t bother him.
My heart flutters, but I ignore it. Why does he have to be such a gentleman? Pushing him away and getting this reaction is making me feel guilty, but I’m not sure why.
As hard as it is, I can’t take my eyes off his sexy ass as he walks across the room, buck naked. Confidence oozes from him as he grabs his clothes and puts them on.
Looking over his shoulder at me, he smiles. “Last chance to stop me.” He winks, and it almost has me second-guessing my decision. I’m half-tempted to say the hell with it and pull him back into my bed, but I stay silent instead.
It’s better this way. At least that’s what I tell myself as he flashes another smile before leaving. As soon as the door closes, I lie back in bed and let out a long sigh. I lie there for a few moments, thinking over the events of last night and how Alex—basically a stranger—worked my body and made me feel so damn good. After a while, I peel myself out of bed, not wanting to waste the day. Refusing to let my thoughts get the best of me, I get up and walk to the shower. I turn on the hot water and step inside. My body is sore, and each time I move, I can feel exactly where Alex had been. He marked his territory, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, it was some fucking good sex—okay, admittedly, it was the best sex I’d ever had. It’s no secret the man knows his way around the bedroom.
As I’m washing my hair, I can feel how sore my arms and legs are. Jesus. The man was a savage.
The glass door of the shower fogs up, and I take that as my cue to get out. I grab a towel and wrap it around my body and take another one for my hair. As I walk toward my suitcase, I hear my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Picking it up, I see several texts from Natalie.
Natalie
Seriously, you’re not awake yet? It’s 9am!
Natalie
Is someone having Texas sausage for breakfast?
Natalie
I’m dying over here. I need the deets!
Natalie
I swear this is the last text I send, but I have to make sure you’re alive. Adam is leaving to go fishing, and I need to drink away this hangover.