Page 31 of Not Your Average Vixen
A dreamy smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she nestled into him. “I’d like that,” she replied with a whisper that washed over him like a prayer.
He’d give himself tonight. A night to pretend that someone like her could be his. A night to pretend he wasn’t the lonely little boy on the cusp of losing everything that mattered.
He inhaled her cinnamon vanilla scent. Tomorrow, he’d get back on track. Tomorrow, he’d be ready to fight and fight dirty to make damn sure that his best friend didn’t make the biggest mistake of his life.
5
Bridget
Bridget closed her suitcase, then glanced around her hotel room. The morning sun streamed in through the window, and the storm that had dumped over two feet of snow yesterday had vanished like a thief in the night. She glanced in the mirror as a giddy euphoria took over.
She’d done it.
In the last twenty-four hours, she’d experienced not one, not two, not even three or four orgasms.
Nope, she blew past that when her handsome stranger rocked her world with seven—count them—seven mind-blowing, toe-curling, hot as hell orgasms.
In one single night!
If a vixen hall of fame did exist, she was pretty sure that having seven orgasms in one night would qualify her as one of the top one-night stand vixens out there.
After she’d fallen asleep in Soren’s arms, she’d woken to find him not at all displeased when she’d reached beneath the covers and stroked his hard length. A very vixen thing to do. And it only got crazier from there. His hands, his mouth, his cock. Every part of this man sent her pulse racing.
Missionary, doggy-style, side by side, sitting, standing, and then, balanced on an ottoman, there didn’t seem to be a bad way to spiral into sweaty sexual bliss with her hotel hottie.
No, not hotel hottie. He had a name. A beautiful name. A name she whispered to herself this morning in the shower and instantly had craved his touch.
Soren.
A name as delicate as it was powerful, she’d sensed the same quality about the man.
There were moments when he’d looked at her with such tenderness it nearly penetrated her soul. What was supposed to be a night devoted to unadulterated pleasure, at times, felt like more—like so much more.
When he’d said her name, it was as if she really were someone else. Someone confident. Someone ready to take charge of her life. Soren, with his smoldering eyes and electric touch, saw her. Thehershecould only dream of becoming.
Or—at least, he did for the night.
Because that was all she had to give. She was no vixen, not in real life, and that’s why she had to leave the warmth of his embrace.
Thanks to waking on a baker’s schedule at four thirty in the morning, she’d given herself five minutes to watch the man as he slept. And he was nothing short of glorious. Chiseled jaw. Rock-hard abs. A cock that put Garrett’s in the category of itty-bitty cocktail wiener. Observing him was like appreciating a work of art.
But while his body was sinfully unreal, his eyes were the real masterpiece.
In his gaze, she’d seen him.
Sure, they’d just met, but in those unguarded seconds, his green eyes revealed such longing and such heartbreaking sadness, all she could do was allow it to wash over her. Like him, she knew those emotions far too well herself.
And that’s where she’d left him—in bed, sleeping. But not before she’d swept a dark curl off his forehead and left a whisper-soft kiss on his cheek.
She glanced at the bed she didn’t sleep in last night, then wheeled her bag to the door. Time to check out. Time for the fairy tale to end. She released a slow breath as the whispers of that plan-for-everything sister edged its way back into her mind.
But she couldn’t get Soren out of her head.
Could there be a future for two people with such instant chemistry?
She could wait for him in the lobby, and…
No, she couldn’t go back. That was the whole point. For one night, she’d pretended to be someone different. She’d slapped a strip of duct tape over the mouth of that broken, betrayed girl. Silenced her fears of inadequacy and became the woman any man would want.
