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“Let me warm you, Ever?” he asks as he presses his chest to mine.
“You’re wet and sweaty. No!”
He grins and leans in closer, pressing his lips to my ear. “Please?”
“No…” I whisper, hating that he knows he’s affecting me.
He curves slightly and licks his lips before he presses them into mine. I moan at the feel of him, and even though I’m damp and chilled, I feel instantly warm from his kiss. “Please?” he whispers once more, and I drop my shoes and wrap my arms around his neck, throwing my body completely into his. He has his answer.
NICK AND I walk arm-in-arm through the entrance to the hotel. It’s no longer raining, but it’s cold, and I’m thankful to be warm when we step inside. Cooper and Gwen are nowhere to be found. I pull out my cell to text her as Nick arranges for a room.
Everly:Where are you?
Gwen:Room 504. Are you cool with this setup? Because if you’re not, I’ll be right there.
I glance up and regard Nick as he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet and produces a credit card. I watch as his tux jacket lifts off his ass, and I take a deep breath at the sight of muscular thighs, leading to perfect, round hardness.
Everly:It’s all good.
I call the house and Gram answers on the second ring. I know I woke her.
“Ev, is everything okay?”
“Hi, Gram. I’m sorry for calling so late, but the limo got a flat. Everyone’s fine, but we can’t get anyone out to fix it for a few hours. I may not be home until morning.”
“No worries, songbird. You just enjoy your night. I have nowhere else I need to be. Take your time.”
“Love you, Gram. Bye.”
“Love you too.”
Nick turns to me and holds out his hand just as I finish placing my phone back in my purse. I reach for him and he pulls me inward. “Do you want your own room?” he whispers.
I bite my tongue in my cheek. “Do you want me to have my own room?”
He smirks and shakes his head no.
The desk clerk waits, tapping his fingers on the counter.
I curve around Nick. “Just one room, please.”
Nick smiles as the man hands him his key card. He holds my hand as we walk down the hall to the elevator and up to our floor. He’s quiet, and I wonder what will happen once we’re alone inside. As we walk down the hall together, I list off questions in my mind:Does he want me? Do I want him? Will we have sex? Should I undress? Will he make a move? Maybe he won’t touch me. Are we sleeping here? What am I doing?
He holds the key to the door and it clicks. He pushes it open and flips on a light. There are two queens, and I’m suddenly disappointed. I stand with my back to him and stare at the two beds. It’s then that I realize just how muchIwant another chance withhim. He’s the same man I fell for at first glance all those years ago. The man I never gave myself fully to the first time, and the man who, for some unknown reason, walked back into my life and my heart as if he’s always been apart of it.
“I didn’t want you to think…” He pauses as he gestures toward the beds.
I angle toward him. “That was very considerate of you.”
He raises his lips slightly as he turns to the desk and removes his wallet, keys, and cell phone. Things are going so well I find myself searching for a problem. I eye his cell phone and wonder just how many girls’ phone numbers are inside. My stomach starts to twist, and I hate that I instantly feel jealous of every other girl he’s ever looked at or touched.
“What’s going on?” he asks as he reaches for me. “You have that slant in your eyes that makes me think you’re about to bolt.”
“Why do you assume you know me so well?” I ask, irritated that he’s able to read my inner thoughts. I recognize my need to think the worst, but my head won’t allow me to push it aside.What’s wrong with me?
He begins to remove his wet tux jacket, and I notice splotches of water on his shirt. “I don’t assume anything with you. You always surprise me. I do try to prepare myself though. Right now I’m thinking I need to stand in front of the door, and I’m not sure why.”
“I’m fine,” I assure him, although inside I’m filled with doubt.
