Page 64 of Beach Bodies

I roll on to my back. Where am I… ?

Oh.

Daniel’s bed. Light is angling through the centre of the mostly drawn curtains. So, I spent the night here. And the sensation of the sheets against my bare skin tells me I’m not wearing any clothes.

I stretch a little in bed, then draw the sheet around me as memories of last night crash through me. The way we didn’t even speak as we rode the elevator down from the Sunset, but his finger kept stroking the sensitive skin on my palm, then my wrist. The way he studied me while he touched, the way his lip curled when my breaths shortened. The way that, as soon as we were in the privacy of his room, he turned me against the wall and slid his hand under the miniskirt, pulling aside the thin fabric of my damp, lacy thong and touching me with relentlessly even strokes until I was arching back, palms on the wall, gasping his name as his fingers drew up wave after wave of unbearable heat.

And that was just the first ten minutes.

I move on to my side, expecting to see Daniel next to me, but his side of the bed is empty. Pushing up slowly, I spot him across the room, sitting at the hotel desk in sweatpants with his broad– and remarkably shirtless– back to me. He’s tapping away quietly on his laptop with a steaming paper cup of coffee next to him. My clothes are still cast about the room– the lavender lacy thong, the miniskirt, the top.

I rub life into my face.Shit.I didn’t mean to stay until morning. I was trying to wait until he was asleep so that I could quietly search the safe again… but I must have fallen asleep.

I guess I was too exhausted after letting him pleasure me again and again. I kept thinking after he brought me to climax that it was his turn, but no. He’d just start on me again, in a new position. I lost count somewhere around six before he finally rolled a condom on and put me out of my delicious misery.

Thatmemory brings a shiver down my spine… and a little further down too.

‘Sleep well?’ Daniel swivels in his chair. He’s adorable this morning, hair askew, five o’clock shadow bristly– and he’s wearing reading glasses. Unbelievably, nerdy Wolverine is even hotter than regular Wolverine.Kill me now.

‘A little too well.’ I check the clock. Eight twenty already? ‘I have a shift in forty minutes.’

Still enough time to do some searching…

‘You snore,’ he says, a sparkle of mirth in his dark eyes.

‘You kick,’ I retort.

‘Mea culpa,’ he says, and don’t ask me why it’s hot that he’s speaking Latin, but not all of these things can be explained with logic.

In any case, time is ticking– again– and I need to get him to leave.

‘You wouldn’t by chance want to go get me some coffee?’ I make a cute pout, gathering the sheet tight at my chest and definitely aware of the plump rise of my cleavage.

He takes off his glasses and grins. ‘I’ll brew you some right here.’

I twist my lips. ‘Room coffee?’

‘It’s actually excellent. Trust me.’ He rises from his chair and makes for the mini coffee pot.

‘Or you could be a gentleman and pick us up some breakfast…’ That would take him at least twenty minutes, right?

‘I ordered room service. Should be here any minute.’

Fuck.Has he thought of everything?

I crawl out of bed, helping myself to Daniel’s shirt from last night and securing it with a couple of buttons. It hits just below my hips. I pad over to nerdy, coffee-making Wolverine and wrap my arms around his bare back from behind as he tears open the packet of coffee grounds.

Damn, he feels good. Warm, solid. I can feel his muscles moving in his back as he continues to set the coffee.

‘Ew, you stink,’ I murmur. He doesn’t. This is a lie.

‘Really?’ He lifts an arm and gives himself an inhale.

‘You need a shower, Mr Stinky Man. Now.’

He pushes the coffee maker’s on button and swivels in my arms so he’s facing me, before issuing a growly invitation. ‘Join me?’

I smirk. ‘If you’re lucky, smelly-head. Go.’ I smack his ass, noting the surprised flicker in his eyes followed by a very sexy little smirk. ‘Go get clean.’

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