Page 44 of Hate At First Sight


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His lips brush mine, and he presses his body into me.

I can feel him--all of him--as he leans the weight of his tall, muscular body into me. His fingers interlock in my hands, and he slides them up against the brick wall above my head.

I’m reluctant to give in fully to him, despite the way my body wants to cave and let myself go.

My stomach flips. Jack has ignited something inside me that I haven’t felt in a long, long time.

He pulls back, our breath shaking a little as we stare at each other. "Was that our first kiss?" He asks.

I grin, pushing him back so I can step away from the wall. “Yes. Because there was no kissing with what we did earlier. Goodnight, Jack.”

I head into my hotel room and shut the door.

I can feel him outside, stunned. There is not a single doubt in my mind that he is a man who is not used to hearing no.

I sink into my chair for a moment to cool off.

I don’t think I’ve been as attracted to a man…possibly ever.

But I’m not making the mistake of inviting in a man who is basically a walking red flag.

Well…not making itagain.

Not even if I have to fight how turned on I am from that kiss.

After a minute, my racing heart slows and I let out the breath I was holding in, finally hearing Jack’s footsteps as he walks away.

I have to remind myself that despite our attraction, he’s not the man for me.

9

AMELIA

The next morning I wake up to the sound of a loud knocking.

“Go away,” I mumble.

The knocking comes again. Louder this time.

“I said go away, Jack. Never again.”

“This is housekeeping,” a woman’s voice says in a Spanish accent.

I roll over in bed. What time is it?

I pull the curtains open and sunlight streams in, which doesn’t make sense to me.

I’d set my alarm for eight a.m. the night before.

…Right?

I check the digital clock.

Eleven Twenty-five.

Whoa!

“Housekeeping!” the voice says again.

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