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Tension solidifies my shoulders as my heart deflates. I jerk my head back. “Uh… real sexy, Nate. I’ll get right on that.”
Inches away rests my discarded tee from the night before, and I snag it, tugging it over my head before dislodging his semi-chub from inside me. Even at half mast, he has an impressive tool in his belt.
He snags my bicep in his huge palm.
“Hey.”
The immature part of me forgets I’m thirty-seven and demands an eyeroll and foot stomp, but the grown-up in me wins. I look down at his sex-mussed hair with a severe expression I hope says you better grovel, buddy rather than I have to poop.
“That sounded wrong. I’m sorry. Last night, you said you were on the pill so we didn’t use, you know, a condom.” A pinkish flush spreads along his neck. He releases me and scrubs his hand over the back of his neck, making his appealing
bicep bunch. “The effectiveness relies on taking it at the same time each day. Look…” He blows out a flustered breath, continuing to shove his foot farther into his big mouth while still looking completely adorable. “We’re both obviously hungover. I just didn’t want you to go home and fall asleep and forget.”
I retain my sigh. If he weren’t so cute, I’d mince him with my words, but I have to respect a guy who’s looking out for his best interests as well as mine. We both know I’d be the mom at playdates with a thirty-ounce tumbler filled with wine.
“You’re a medic, not a doctor. I know how my birth control works and have been testing its effectiveness for a long time. But thanks for the concern, lover boy.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
I wave my hand vaguely as I search the floor for my favorite red thong. “Whatever, it’s forgotten. This was fun, you know?” I tug on my bottoms and spin to him with my hands on my hips. He really is cute in that masculine clean-cut sort of way. His hair is longish, brown, and messily styled in a way that looks, well, like he does right now. As though he just rolled out of bed and ran his hands through the strands. Lines surround his eyes, most likely from hours of laughter and time spent in the sun rather than age.
“What does that mean?” He climbs unsteadily to his own naked feet. I have to tamp down the part of me that wonders if I gave him the same shaky legs he gave me.
“It means we’ve been friends for a long time, and we’re still friends. One night of really nice drunken sex doesn’t have to ruin that.”
An eyebrow arches, and he releases a menacing growl. “Nice?”
I smirk, giving his body a slow perusal. Tan skin encasing cut muscles. Delineated quads rise to glutes I could bounce a quarter off, and all that beneath a chiseled torso that would make any living, breathing, warm-blooded woman drool. I don’t care how old you are, Sister Teri from the convent would be tempted to trade in her habit for a glimpse of this man. Nathan must spend every moment between calls in the gym because I never would have expected to find that hidden beneath his uniform.
Biting my lip, I nod. “Yeah. Nice.”
“Do you need me to show you again exactly how nice I can be?” He holds his hands out to the sides, palms facing me. “Because I have all day to provide a thorough demonstration.”
My sexual motor revs up for a day at the racetrack. Vroom, vroom. Hold on Indy 500, this is not what we signed up for when we stumbled drunkenly to his house last night.
“As nice as that sounds, I do need to get going. But you can call me anytime if you want a repeat. You know where to find me.”
Nathan snorts, tugging on boxer briefs that finally put that beautiful package in its proper place, and then props his hands on trim hips. It’s unfair that men can look like that after a night of booze and sex, and I’m over here looking like a swamp witch who demands riddles to cross her bridge.
“I’m pretty sure I could track you down day or night.”
I nod eagerly before remembering this was a one-night thing, and I shouldn’t act like an enthusiastic puppy. I cover quickly by pulling my purse strap over my head and shrug. “It was a great night, and as much as I enjoyed it, this should remain a one-time thing. We wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship or our relationship with Cami.”
He gestures me out of the bedroom so I take the lead, cognizant of the trembling in my legs. The suggestion to leave belongs to me, meaning the sinking in my gut is inexplicable. I don’t expect him to tie me to his bed to keep me here, but a teensy bit of begging me to stay would have been nice.
There’s that stupid word again.
“Cami is our best friend. She’ll be beside herself when she hears about us hooking up. She’s been trying to set me up ever since she turned me down herself.” His grin is adorably shy and sends flips through my belly.
“I didn’t know you were so eager to share our sexcapades. I wasn’t planning on telling her.” Fibber. I already texted her last night when I went home with him.
“You and I both know that’s bullshit. You already told her you were with me.”
My back stiffens in wonder.
“How do you—?”
“Your number one rule is to always let someone know where you are and who you’re with. Also, she sent me a text last night and threatened to kick my ass if I acted anything less than a gentleman.”
