Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Are you asleep, baby?” he whispers.
I inhale deeply, unable to answer him. It’s easier to stay asleep—more restful here—and I don’t want him to stop. Don’t stop.
His hands are magical.
He lies down beside me and pulls my back to his front. His finger trails up and over my thigh and to my hip, slowly moving over my stomach.
His mouth is at my ear, and I can hear his breath quivering. Almost as if he is aroused, too.
What the fuck was in those drinks?
But I’m too relaxed to stop it, too relaxed to think. I just know I want this …. whatever this is….to keep going.
“Are you asleep, baby?” he whispers.
“Hmm.” With my eyes closed, I put my hand up over my shoulder, onto his cheek. “Don’t stop, Nathe,” I whisper.
He inhales sharply as he kisses the side of my face, and I feel his erection up against my behind.
Am I dreaming this? Am I in a hornbag, drunken stupor right now?
What’s happening?
I’m too relaxed to care, and I’m completely sure that one of us should be the sober and responsible person right now and stop this idiocy.
His hand goes to my breast and he kneads it hard as he pulls me back against his body.
Fuck.
My sex begins to throb.
“Eliza,” he whispers as his lips move to my neck. He kisses me, and I feel his tongue as it swipes over my skin. My sex clenches in appreciation.
His hands are roaming all over me, goosebumps trailing where his fingers go, and our bodies writhing together slowly.
I’m wet—so wet.
I feel like I’m having an out of body experience.
Everything feels magnified. Every breath that he takes, every quiver on his inhale. Every vein I think I can feel in his hard cock.
I just want to roll over, open my legs, and kiss him.
I want him inside of me. I want to feel my Nathan inside me.
Every hard inch.
His phone rings, and we both jump back from each other guiltily.
He answers it. “Nathan Mercer.” He drops his head as he listens.
I stare at him as my heart hammers in my chest. With only the moonlight in the room, I can see the tip of his cock as it peeks over the top of his boxer shorts.
He’s hard. Rock hard. I didn’t imagine it.
His eyes rise to meet mine.
“Yes.” He listens. “Give him the other antibiotic and begin fluids.” He listens some more. “Call me if there’s any change.” He hangs up and stares at me for a moment.
Something hangs heavily in the air between us.
I swallow the lump in my throat as I wait for him to say something, and finally, he speaks. “I’ve got to go.”
“Where to?”
His haunted eyes hold mine. “Away from you.”
He turns and grabs his clothes in the darkness before he rushes up the hall. A few moments later, I hear the front door click closed.
He’s gone.
What the hell just happened?
* * *
The alarm blares through my room breaking the silence. I frown sleepily and knock it off.
“Ouch.” My head feels like it’s in a vise. Those margaritas were the devil.
Hazy memories of last night’s disaster begin to resurface.
Nathan didn’t come back after he cooled down, like I thought he would. He never stays away when we fight.
We crossed a line.
I have no idea why that happened when it’s never happened before. We’ve been drunk a million times together. We’ve cuddled, spooned, and damn… we see each other half-dressed all the time. I get a vision of him naked, and I remember how I couldn’t look away. How he seemed more virile than ever before.
Jeez, my hormones must be crazy at the moment. I need to get laid, stat. This is turning into a nightmare. I reach over and grab my phone from the side table and check it. There are no missed calls.
Nathan’s last words come back to me last night.
Away from you.
Does he blame me?
My mind goes back to that moment in bed, and what I said. Don’t stop.
I wince in regret. Why did I say that? He knows I’m struggling with my libido right now, my hormones are running out of control and taking over. Did I force myself on him? I sit up, filled with disgust.
I need to fix this between us. I need to fix this now.
I dial his number.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring. No answer; it goes to voicemail.
I frown, and look at my clock. It’s now 6:00 am. Nathan will be in his car on the way to the hospital.
He’s not answering my call. He does blame me.
I begin to get annoyed. Is he for real? It wasn’t just me in this bed. He was hard and good to go, too. I hang up angrily and storm to the shower.
Damn him, I don’t want to feel like shit. Why couldn’t he just answer his phone?