Page 48 of An Inconvenient Plan
“You like it so far?” He’d done everything he could think of for the old-fashioned romance—flowers, dinner, and a gift for Rose. Damn, he should’ve gotten a gift for Hailey too. Well, he had gotten her that embarrassing book. Mad had better watch her back. She was long overdue for a prank. He suddenly realized Hailey was quiet, which meant she was thinking. Had he missed a step? He didn’t think she’d like candy. And he couldn’t afford jewelry. What else was there?
She turned to him. “Since you asked, it would be nice to have—” her hand fluttered in the air “—a little note or something that says you’re thinking of me. Something with romantic words.”
He stared at her. “I text. That’s the modern equivalent of a romantic note.” And she was getting that from him and the playboy prince. He shouldn’t have looked at her phone because now he was irritable. They’d finally connected, and he had to be careful not to screw it up. The far-reaching consequences of relationship disaster were never far from his mind, especially since he’d deliberately ignored his dad’s warning to keep his distance.
She crinkled her nose. “You don’t use emojis like hearts or smiles. There’s never an exclamation point like you’re excited about me.”
“That’s because I’m not a teenaged girl.”
She pursed her lips. “‘Sup’ isn’t a love note.”
Love note, eh?He must be doing something right for her to say the L word. He bit back a smile. “And why not? Sup shows I’m thinking of you.”
“It’s just not very…”
“Princely?”Dammit. Do not turn this into a thing.
“Romantic.”
He crossed his arms. “Why don’t you spell out exactly what you want?”
She waved airily. “If I have to tell you, it doesn’t count.”
“I don’t have a problem telling you what to do.”
She slowly turned to him, heat in her eyes. “Maybe when you spend your days ordering people around like I do to pull off the perfect wedding, it makes you want a break from always being in charge.”
All of him focused on her, the blood rushing through his veins. He lowered his voice, a note of steel in it. “Take off your towel and get on all fours. I’m gonna fu—make love to you so hard.” See, romance wasn’t dead.
She stood and let the towel drop. His heartbeat roared in his ears. He’d never get used to her stunning beauty. And then she pulled off his shirt. He stood and took the rest of his clothes off in record time. But she didn’t follow orders. Instead she pushed him back to sit on the bed and straddled his lap, impaling herself on him. They both groaned.
“Fuck, Hailey.”
It was fierce and hot and fast, and it was all her doing. He let her, his hands roaming her soft scented skin, his release threatening.Hold on, hold on…fuck!He lifted her off him, and she whimpered.
“Condom,” he said gruffly, setting her on the bed. He grabbed one from the nightstand, rolled it on, and joined her, flipping her to her stomach and pulling her up by the hips. He slid home and she clasped him tightly. Hot wet heaven. He thrust deep, reaching around to stroke her at the same time. She was soaked for him. She chanted his name like he was everything. The only thing. She shuddered around him, squeezing him rhythmically, a soft cry escaping as she went off.
His release roared through him. The room went dark and silent and then flashed back to full color and sound. Whoa. He held her hips tightly for a moment, buried deep inside, lingering for a last moment of connection before pulling out. She collapsed on her stomach.
He flopped on his side next to her. A few moments later, he looked over and pushed her damp hair out of her face. He pulled the hair band out from where it was barely hanging on and finger combed her hair. He loved her hair, so long and silky soft. He loved her. He could finally admit it. It was twisted and difficult because she was a complicated woman, but there was just no other explanation for his continued attraction to her. Even now, completely sated, he wanted her to stay all day. He knew she had to get to work. It was Tuesday morning. But he couldn’t let her go until he was sure he’d locked this thing down between them.
Her eyes were closed, her lashes fanning her cheeks.
“You awake?” he whispered.
“I’m dead.” She popped her head up and laughed, her pale blue eyes bright, the color high in her cheeks.
He smiled, warmth spreading through his chest, loving seeing her like this, loving that it was all because of him.
She turned to her side and propped her head on her hand, completely comfortable lying there naked with him. “I feel so good right now. Before this, I hadn’t had sex in more than six months.”
He knew that from her story last night, but it was nice she was sharing. “That’s a long time.”
“No kidding. Why you think I got so pissy when you kept turning me down?”
“I thought it was because you were desperately horny for me.”
She laughed. “That too.”
