Page 9 of Resisting You
When she turned around, she continued dancing, her back to me. Her curly hair fell over one shoulder, the smooth skin of her neck and ear revealed, so close to me that I could smell the mixture of her rosemary mint shampoo and the citrus that always clung to her.
I leaned in and whispered, “Tell me what you were going to say before. What do you wish for…”
The lean column of her throat tightened—one of Rosa’s tells that she was nervous—and she wet her lips before answering. “I wish that for one night, we could be different people. That you weren’t Noah Blue with a strict diet, and an image, and a brand to uphold. And that I wasn’t Rosa Alvarez, daughter of a politician with an airport full of baggage. I wish we could just be two people who met, got drunk, and had an incredible night together.”
My head spun and I wasn’t sure if it was the boldness of her statement or those two shots beginning to hit me. Molten lava replaced my blood and my cock went rigid within my pants. It pressed against her sweet ass as she swayed to the music. “But you said you didn’t think we could?—”
“I know. I know what I said. But it doesn’t change the fact that Iwantit. Even if it can’t happen.”
I swallowed hard, and in the position we were in, with Rosa looking over her shoulder at me, our mouths were so close that all it would take was an inch of pressing forward to take her lips in mine. “So, what now?”
Her gaze wandered my face. “Now…we dance.”
Chapter 4
Noah
The next morning, I sighed, nestling into the warm, soft body laying beside me, still half asleep.
I skimmed my hand up the silky curve of a waist exposed between the waistband of her panties. Up, up, up I climbed until my knuckles grazed the hem of a shirt.
Then… I froze.
Wait.
There was a woman in my bed.
Was I still dreaming? I didn’t want to open my eyes to find out. She felt so good pressed against me.
As I skimmed my thumb beneath the hem of her shirt and circled the soft skin of her stomach, the dream girl moaned and pressed her ass against my growing erection.
Definitely not a dream.
I didn’t remember bringing a woman home last night. Then again, after my third shot, I didn’t remember much of anything.
I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled. God she smelled good.
Peppermint. Rosemary. And…
Wait. I knew that smell.
Oranges.
I immediately jerked back and opened my eyes.
Sure enough, Rosa’s dark coiled hair was fanned across the pillow beside me. The blankets were pulled up to about waist height, and her t-shirt… or rather, my t-shirt… was twisted and pulled up to almost breast height.
Did that mean she and I… that we…?
I sat upright way too quickly and my head which had only felt like it was slightly throbbing now felt as though someone had taken a sledgehammer to it.
The covers slipped from my waist and revealed that even though I was shirtless, I was still in my dress pants from last night.
This was bad. So bad. I didn’t remember much of anything from last night. Not after we got the second round of shots while dancing in the rain.
So how did we go from that … tothis. Half naked. In my bed.
This was not how this was supposed to happen. I was supposed to wine and dine Rosa. Convince her through my charm that we would be good together. And only after she consented and we had a gloriously romantic date, would she and I end up like this.
