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She fucking left.
How could she do that?
Her bag is gone. And her clothes. She told me she had an early flight, but after the night we just spent together, I thought she’d at least wake me to say goodbye. And give me her number. And agree to stay another night. Or two. I could have convinced her to, I’m sure of it.
I look for a note and there is one.
Ace,
Thanks for an amazing night.
xx Tex
That’s it?
I turn the note over, hoping for a phone number. Or an email address.
Something.
Anything.
But there’s nothing.
What the fuck, Texas?
Damn it! I don’t even know the name of the woman who just gave me the best night of my entire fucking life.
And not just because of the sex.
Yes, the sex was phenomenal. But we also connected in a way that went beyond just physical—which, I can admit, has never, ever happened to me before in my life. Not even fucking close.
The little Texan stranger with the sassy mouth and the ridiculously lush body has just…I don’t want to say she’s ruined me for anyone else, but the thought flashes through my brain.
I don’t like it one bit.
What I don’t like even more is that she’s gone and I have no way of tracking her down.
I turn on the shower, not bothering to wait for the water to get warm. I need it cold, to cool the raging heat of my body and my fucking rock-hard cock. The water pummels my neck and shoulders but I don’t linger. The shower is huge, more than roomy enough for two, and my cock gets even harder at the thought of taking Tex in the shower. Why’d you run, baby girl? I’d be running my hands all over her hot, wet body, lifting her against the marble tiles, sliding inside her, making her come as she moaned into my mouth.
Fucking fuck.
I don’t even get myself off because I don’t want to take the time. There’s a chance I can catch up to her and bring her back.
I turn off the shower and grab a towel. Throwing on some clothes, I shove the rest of my stuff into my bag.
The state of the bed makes it obvious what went on in here last night. I hardly care about appearances, but where the duvet has been rolled over, I notice on the sheet a streak of blood.
What the hell?
Surely not.
Tex was…a virgin?
She told me she was 23.
Who waits that long? And why? Especially when you look like a fallen angel and you have the most delicious body any man has ever seen or imagined. Damn, she was perfect. So sweetly hot and hungry for my mouth and my cock.
Goddamn it. Why didn’t she tell me?
