Last night, I’d entered his room and lain with him in the bed. His breathing was deep and even, and I knew he was asleep. I didn’t see any harm in cuddling close to him. I wasn’t sure if anything else would happen, but then it did. He responded to my touch, and then I grew bolder, and before I knew what was happening, I was reaching under the sheet and stroking the longest, thickest cock I’d ever felt. Things happened quickly after that. He’d removed my robe, sucked on my nipples until I was soaking wet with need. His fingers in my panties moved with such certainty. He was all man, and it showed. Experienced where I was unsure.
I came quickly and wanted more. I was nearly dizzy from his kisses, his touches, and then he was sheathing himself in a condom and asking me if I was sure. I’d never been more certain of anything in my entire life. And then he entered me, pushing past my tight walls, and the stretch had stung but felt wonderful, all at the same time.
Until he’d stopped suddenly and pulled away.
Wrapped in a robe with my hair fashioned in a turban, I sat down on the bed and grabbed my phone. I thought about texting Maggie, but what could I say? That she’d been right all along? Jesus.
I didn’t have to tell Smith that I was nearly still in virgin territory—he knew. He just somehow knew. Did it feel as amazing for him as it did for me? Probably not, or he wouldn’t have pushed me away like he’d been burned.
As I stared down at my phone, contemplating what to do, a text from my brother popped up.
CULLEN: Come down for breakfast. We’re at the restaurant across from the lobby.
He and Smith were down there. No way I was joining them. If needed, I’d fake an illness—traveler’s diarrhea. That was a thing, right?
Except then my brother would come up here and check on me, pull the concerned-older-brother card, and Smith would know the truth—that I was too ashamed to face him.
Well, fuck that. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I would go down there and be confident and calm about the whole thing—the epitome of maturity, when I felt anything but—and then we’d all go home soon and I’d never have to see Smith again.
I responded to Cullen’s text, telling them to wait for me before they ordered. Then I blow-dried my hair and perfected my makeup until I was satisfied that I looked good enough that Smith would regret calling off our little fuck fest last night.
I hated that I knew exactly what those full lips felt like sucking and licking my tender flesh, hated that I knew he could make me come in about two minutes flat, hated that I only got to feel him for the briefest of moments.
But most of all, I hated myself for being so stupid. I couldn’t believe I thought my plan would actually work, that I’d waltz in there and seduce him. Christ, he could have probably pressed assault charges if he really wanted to.
I had no idea what to say or how to act when I saw Smith, but I was going to put on a brave face and give it my best shot.
The extra concealer I applied took care of those big dark circles under my eyes from tossing and turning rather than sleeping last night. Then I dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans that fit me like a glove, and a low-cut red sweater that showed off what little cleavage I had. Black stiletto boots and a swipe of nude lip gloss, and I was ready.
Eat your heart out, Smith Hamilton. You jackass.
Chapter Six
Damn.
I’d been trying my hardest to chat breezily with Cullen like it was any other day. But the second Evie stepped into the restaurant, it was like the air was sucked out of me.
Sure, I’d spent half the night aching and wanting until I’d finally succumbed and jerked off to the image of her legs spread on my bed, her pussy glistening.
And, sure, I’d spent my morning trying to forget it ever happened.
But none of those things seemed to help when her gaze skimmed past her brother and landed on me. Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of rose, telling me her thoughts were as dirty as mine. My cock stood at half-mast, and I cleared my suddenly dry throat.
Jesus, it’s going to be long day.
I’d had half a mind to march down to her room last night and demand to know what in the fuck she’d been thinking, but since I didn’t fully trust myself not to suggest that we pick up where we left off, I’d stayed put.
Cullen stood and waved his sister to an empty chair on the opposite side of the table. “Hey, sis.”
“Hey, guys,” she mumbled back.
She looked gorgeous, all freshly showered and made up. I was fairly certain she’d made the extra effort just to torture me.
“Good morning, sunshine. You look nice today,” I found myself murmuring with a slow grin. “Had a good night’s sleep, did you?”
The dark, poorly concealed smudges underneath her eyes answered that question, but I couldn’t help myself. I hadn’t intended to tug her pigtails today. In fact, I’d planned to do my level best to ignore her and keep things super polite but distant. And then I saw her face, and the devil climbed up onto my shoulder and took over. If I had to suffer because of her antics now that I couldn’t get her naked body out of my mind, there was no reason I should have to do it alone.
Her eyebrows drew into a frown and she opened her mouth, only to glance at Cullen and snap it shut a moment later. She took a deep breath and gave me a sweet smile in return, but there was no mistaking the warning in her eyes.