“Damn, Jannica. You suck at sucking dick.”
Blake’s mocking laugh rang in her ears unbidden. When she’d finally attempted what she felt was the most intimate act a woman could perform on a man, he’d criticized her so much during it, giving instructions she wasn’t experienced enough to follow, that she’d burst into tears with him in her mouth.
She’d never tried again, despite Blake’s begging and pleading. Over time, he gave up, and their sex life had been fine without it.
He’d always claimed it was, and she believed he proved it by returning even after the divorce was finalized. Yet, deep down, she’d often questioned whether she truly satisfied him or if he just got off on controlling her.
He hired more than one escort in Vegas.
Her stomach churned. Ugh, she needed to shove Blake out of her mind.
Jannie threw off the covers and got up, slipping her feet into her slides and fixing the blanket before heading to the bathroom. She nearly reached the door when she sensed something was amiss and cast a glance toward the dog bed.
Empty.
What the hell?
Rolf always slept in the corner of her bedroom. When she looked to the left, she noticed her door was partly open.
She clucked her tongue three times in her usual quiet call.
Nothing.
Jannie frowned. Could she have forgotten to let her dog back in after his final pee break? She’d only done that once; she was sure she remembered opening the sliding door for him tonight.
Quickly using the bathroom, she washed her hands, not bothering to dry them. Kicking off her slippers for stealth, she crossed her bedroom and tiptoed out, the hardwood smooth and cool under her feet.
She stopped in the middle of the darkened hallway and clucked her tongue repeatedly. No response. She tipped her head, listening intently.
And then, she heard it: the unmistakable sound of her dog’s soft snore, coming from the direction of …
No way.
Nick’s bedroom.
Quickening her step, she headed toward the noise, thankful for the glow of the mini night sconces lighting the way.
She never ventured to this side of the hallway. Every night since they arrived, they had said good night and gone to their own rooms.
Heart hammering, Jannie stepped forward, and as she drew closer and closer, she saw that his door was ajar. Her nostrils flared at his intoxicating scent, which had been driving her crazy all week long.
My God. Whatwasthat cologne? She normally wasn’t a perfume person. On the contrary, she detested most fragrances. But whatever it was he wore, plus his unique scent, was sex on jet fuel, and it affectedher to the point of loss of balance.
Or reason.
A wave of lightheadedness swept over her, and she steadied herself against the doorframe, trying to calm down. It didn’t work. Her anticipation and excitement only grew as she stood there. Calm was impossible, knowing Nick slept on the other side. She nudged the door with one finger, pulled by a force she couldn’t resist.
Nick was sprawled across the bed in the soft glow of several night lights.
Jannie’s gaze fixed on his bare chest, and her breath caught.
He lay there, legs spread wide, both arms raised, the sheets gathered at his narrow waist, and it was clear from theVof his partially exposed pelvis that he was naked. One forearm partially shielded his face, his beautiful chest rising and falling as he slept.
A powerful electric shock surged from the top of her head down to her heels.
If she had to teach a lesson in male anatomy, he would be the perfect model. Her gaze homed in on the prominent tent below his waist.
Oh.
