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LARA MADE IT a point to be honest with herself.
When she did something beyond-belief stupid, it was better to fess up and deal with it. Pretending, excuses, denial—all they did was drag out the inevitable consequences. It was like reneging on payoff to a loan shark. In the end you forked over twice as much cash, usually while crying over your broken kneecaps.
So here she was, still naked and floating on a sea of orgasmic delight, knowing she’d just made a mistake she couldn’t afford to pay for.
She’d never felt anything like that.
Never lost every ounce of inhibition in her quest to make someone else feel as amazing as he made her feel.
“Hell of a way to start the morning,” Castillo said, his voice husky.
With regret? With delight? She couldn’t tell what was beneath the neutral surface, so she turned her head to look at him.
Yep.
Gorgeous, sexy, with sleepy eyes and that heart-melting dimple. But gorgeous or not, his expression was neutral.
Lara struggled to match it, not wanting him to know he’d just rocked her world and blown her mind. He was already holding all the cards, so why give him any more power?
“Beats an alarm clock,” she finally said in an offhand acknowledgment of his words.
His lips twitched.
Since she knew her comment hadn’t been that funny, she figured he saw right through her. Lara automatically shifted to the side, tilting her chin and giving him a flirtatious look from under her lashes.
His eyes narrowed, flaming hot as his gaze skimmed the view. Good. Lara didn’t like anyone looking too deep.
“I’m gonna grab a shower,” he said, suddenly vaulting to his feet. My, what a body. Golden, smooth and muscled, he looked like something you’d see in a Greek museum. Lara’s eyes shifted to his well-sculpted butt and she sighed.
She barely had time to wipe the imaginary drool off her chin when he glanced back at her.
“You wanna join me?”
Oh, boy, did she. Lara almost raised her hand for help up before the warning signals blared in her head.
“I’ll wait,” she said, reaching over to pull his abandoned blanket over her. “Order coffee, breakfast.”
“Don’t forget the bacon,” he instructed on his way to the bathroom.
Life, in its infinite wisdom, had offered her a choice.
Hot guy whose tongue could make her see fireworks, in the shower. Naked and wet.
Or an unguarded door.
More than anything else, she’d wanted to climb in that shower and lick the water drops off Castillo’s body. To see if he could make her standing-up-in-a-shower fantasy into a body-melting reality. To climb up and down that delicious body of his, explode into another handful of orgasms, then cuddle next to him and stare at his dimples.
So she did the only thing she could.
She ran.
Ten minutes later, Lara shifted her duffel strap more securely on her shoulder as she swayed with the moving bus, her eyes watching but not taking in passing streets.
She’d had to move fast, considering he was one of those military guys who probably showered in three minutes. The moment the bathroom door shut, she’d grabbed her bag, her laptop and backup drive. She didn’t slow down to dress, instead yanking on her jeans and boots in the elevator and hiding her sleep shirt under her jacket.
The bus ground to a stop, pulling Lara from her sex-induced stupor. Shouldering her way through the people, down the steps, she gave a cursory look left and right for big goons.
Goon-free.
She rolled her eyes over Castillo’s over-the-top warnings and stormed across the street. What a drama queen. King? There was definitely nothing feminine about him. His huge, um, muscles balanced out the dimples and kept him firmly on the manly side of life.
Get over it, she mentally ranted. Quit thinking about him. Obsessing over naked mistakes never helped.
Of course, she’d never made such a huge naked mistake before. So maybe a little obsessing was, like, an obligation.
Stopping at the top of her stairwell, Lara laid her head against the wall, barely resisting the urge to bounce it a few times. Who knew? Maybe she could shake a little sense back into her brain.
Since her body was still carrying Castillo’s fingerprints, she decided to hold off beating herself up any more, at least until she’d showered. Then, if instead of heading to a friend’s to crash, she was still fighting the urge to hop on a bus, ride back across town and beg him for another round? Well, there was a nice cement wall outside. She’d whack her head against that instead.
Wait. She frowned as she stomped down the empty hallway. Why was she freaking so much? Who said those guys who’d trashed her place were anything more than sloppy burglars? Castillo had probably played off the incident to get her into that hotel room. The guy was buddies with Phillip. Yet another rich frat boy out to get lucky.
