“All I want to know is when you can leave,” she said. “I have a room not even a mile from here.”
A slow grin spread across Tate’s face as his hands came to rest on her hips. She inhaled sharply and brought her bottom lip between her teeth as she gazed up into his eyes. He had never felt such a connection with a woman before. He wanted to push her up against the bar and have his way with her right there.
Fast. And hard.
He had never in his twenty-one years felt the need to completely devour a woman, but he did now. And if they didn’t leave fast, he was going to lose all control.
He didn’t hesitate, or even think, for that matter. “Let’s go.”
As they walked through the crowded bar together, hands locked, Tate couldn’t help but thank God for Lucas Brooks.
Chapter 2
Something was ringing.
Very loudly.
Audrey couldn’t move or open her eyes. Her head was pounding and her body was gloriously aching, but the ringing needed to stop. It was her alarm, and if she didn’t find her phone, it would never stop. With each little ding of the alarm, she swore her head was going to explode. Man, she’d had too much to drink last night.
The noise was loud so it had to be close by. She patted her hand around her pillow, off to her right of the bed, and down by her legs. When she couldn’t find her phone, she used her left hand to pat along her other side.
When her hand connected with what she knew wasn’t her phone, more like a very large penis, a loud, male groan filled the room. Audrey’s eyes opened quickly to see that she wasn’t alone in the massive king-size bed.
“That’s one hell of a way to wake me up,” her bedmate whispered as he leaned closer, dusting her lips with his.
Audrey stared as the blond hottie reached out his arms, stretching and flexing his mouth-watering muscles. He glanced over at her and gave her a sweet smile as she lay there in shock.
Oh. My. God.
Did she really bring a guy to her hotel room last night?
She still had to be drunk because something wasn’t clicking. She recalled dancing, and drinking with Fallon and the girls, but where did this guy come from? She didn’t even remember his name.
Oh wait! It all came rushing back to her. She told him she didn’t want to know his name. He had called her beautiful with his hot accent, and she was a goner.
How very whorish of her.
Audrey covered her face with her hands as she mentally kicked herself. All Blondie—she had to call him something!—had to do was look at her and she was ready.
Yup. She was such a slut.
Now, when Blondie’s hand slid across her belly, to pull her close to him, she pulled away. Scrambling out of the bed, her footing was a little off and she fell facedown with a loud thud. Pain shot through her nose to the back of her head.
Oh my God. She had to get out of there.
“Are you okay?!” he asked as she lay with her face in the plush carpet.
“Just fine,” she muttered as she thought this morning could not get any worse.
She had to get out of there, now. But she didn’t even know where her clothes were. She also couldn’t remember what she told this guy. Did she tell him her name? Did she tell him what she did for a living? Who her father was?
Even with all those questions running through her head, she couldn’t help but remember that they had had spectacular sex the night before. It was even better than with Levi, or hell, anyone. The. Best. Sex. Ever. He was a giving lover, something she had never experienced. He’d wanted to please her over and over again. And he had.