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“Usually it wouldn’t take me so long to recover.” Ever so gently, he slid from her body and placed a kiss on the center of her lips. “Honey, you ruined me tonight.” With a wink, he climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom.
That seemed fair. He’d ruined her a long time ago.
He strolled back into the room a minute later and she feasted on the sight of him. Wide shoulders trickled down to a broad, defined chest to chiseled abs. His penis hung heavy to one side. At half-mast, it was still impressive.
“Hey, I’m up here.”
She rerouted her gaze to his face to find him grinning.
“Nah, I’m kidding. I like the way you look at me.” He peeled back the blankets and invited her under them with him.
She went, cuddling into the crook of his arm. “This has been... You’ve been... I don’t know what to say except for thank you.”
He responded sincerely, his lips pressing against the top of her head. “I know this is a tough weekend for you. I’m glad I could make it better.”
She rested her hand on his chest. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“It went fast. The weekend’s almost over.”
Right. Almost over.
Almost time to load up the car and drive back to River Grove where she would sit at her desk come Monday morning. Almost time to forget that Bran wore nothing under his suit pants—impossible. Almost time to pack her feelings for him into a deep, dark crevice and forget about them.
“But not yet.” He was suddenly gone, her head falling to the pillow with a soft whump. His head ducked beneath the covers, his hands on her breasts while his mouth kissed her torso then lower, lower and...
“Oh God.” She arched her neck and closed her eyes. Definitely she’d died and gone to heaven.
Heaven was the only way to describe Bran’s mouth.
Brannon woke the next morning to an empty bed.
After a very late night with Addison, he’d pulled the room-darkening curtain so they could sleep in—which he’d had zero problems doing. He could have slept through a 10.0 earthquake. She’d thoroughly worn him out.
He climbed from bed, scrubbed his face with his hands and opened the drapes. “Ad?”
Sunlight filled the bedroom, highlighting the tangled white sheets. He squinted against the brightness, smiling at the pillows they’d knocked to the floor during their exploration of each other. Shuffling to the bathroom, he checked the dark room but she wasn’t in there, either.
Well. That was a first.
He’d never lost his date from the previous night. Not that he’d had many one-night stands. And after how good last night was, they’d be crazy to only indulge in one night. He hadn’t had enough of Addi.
Before they’d fallen asleep, he’d gone down on her and she’d climaxed several times. They’d had sex again, and he went slow so he could watch each satisfied microexpression cross her face. She’d fallen asleep snuggled against him, and dead arm be damned, he was content to let her lie there as long as she liked.
Now, she was a ghost? It made no sense.
The clock on the nightstand read a little after eight in the morning. He knocked lightly on their joined doors, assuming she’d fled to her own bed in the neighboring room.
No answer.
He knocked again. “Addi?”
When there was no answer, he tried the knob. Locked.
He knew damn well she’d enjoyed herself—several times. She hadn’t faked her reaction to him any more than he’d been able to fake his reaction to her. She’d turned him inside out, surprised him and made him want more. So how was it that she wasn’t around this morning for the more he was ready to give her?
He showered and dressed before venturing downstairs. Brunch was in full swing, and he saw some familiar faces from the weekend festivities. At the coffee bar, he spotted the face he’d been expecting on the pillow next to his this morning.
Approaching from behind, he leaned over Addi’s shoulder and dropped his voice low. “Excuse me, have you seen the woman who was in my bed last night? She vanished without saying goodbye.”
