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I stand in the bathroom looking in the mirror, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy. I don’t know if I’m more upset that he stopped me or that I still want him, even after his blatant and crushing rejection.
Sex would’ve helped extinguish all the other shit clogging up my brain. I know. It’s not a good coping method. But honestly, what breathing woman wouldn’t want to have sex with Cole Daxon? He’s a walking muscular, tattooed heartthrob. Sprinkle on all that hero shit, and he’s an extremely fuckable man.
And it’s not like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. The attention he gave my body was a testament to his abilities. Shit! It’s been so long since I’ve been with a guy. I thought I was going to come the moment he touched me. I can’t even imagine sex to full completion with the man.
I shower, finger brush my teeth with the hotel toothpaste, and pull his shirt over my head.
Dammit. His scent wraps all around me.
I walk out of the bathroom. He’s lying shirtless on the bed with his head propped up on the palm of his hand.
“You’d better not be in the buff under that sheet,” I say, putting my clothes on the chair.
“I made an exception for you. I left my boxers on.” His perceptive eyes follow me. “Come on.” He pats the mattress.
I release a hollow laugh. “You think I’m sleeping in there with you?”
“Yes.” He pulls the sheet back. “Get in. It’s been a long day. You need rest.”
I stare at him, keeping my eyes level with his and not venturing downward. “Do you think it’s a good idea for us to sleep in the same bed after what just happened?”
“It’s just a delay.”
Like his shirt, his eyes Saran me. Cling and wrap around me as if to preserve my body for later. I blink. “What?”
“You’re right, Harper. There’s sexual tension between us, and we’ll eventually fuck,” he says with a crooked smile. “Just not tonight.”
“Oh-ho!” I wave his sexy smile away. “If you think I want you after what you—” I stop and raise my hand. “You know what? Never mind.” My lips pinch. He’s right. It’s been a long and exhausting day. “Whatever.”
“Hit the lights,” he says, the annoying grin still positioned on his gorgeous face.
I walk over, hit the switch, and make my way to the bed. The light is on in the bathroom, giving some guidance throughout the place.
I crawl in. He draws the sheet over my body. I flip on my side to offer him my back with a huff.
This sucks. Sex would’ve been better than this shit. Anything would have been better than the torture of sleeping in the same bed with him.
His arm comes around my body.
“Hey!” Every muscle goes on the defense.
“Shhh.” His warm hush brushes over my neck. “Relax. It’s okay, Harper. Just let me hold you for a bit.”
I suck in a breath. His arm tightens around me.
I feel safe.
No one has held me like this in years. I’ve had boyfriends, but mostly, it was about the sex. Sure, there were dinners here and there. Sometimes a movie or attending a work event or something. Never cuddling, sleepovers, or hugs. Nothing since Tyler.
A broken heart will do that to you. It’s what happens when you fall for a hero. I’ll never do that again.
No more heroes for this girl.
“I don’t like it.” I exhale. His hold loosens.
“How about I tell you a story? Would that help?”
Staring into the room, I can’t see him. I only feel his warm body against mine. “As long as it’s not about the moon, the stars, or unicorns.”
