I comb my fingers through her hair, enjoying this more than I should. “Can’t find any big bugs. Small ones either. Or lizards.”
“Oh god.” She clenches my shirt while I keep combing through her hair. “I thought a cockroach was crawling in my hair. Or one of those geckos.”
“Nope. You haven’t beenthatbad.”
“I have.”
“You haven’t.”
She grips my shirt tighter.
And then she seems to realize what she’s doing.
How close we’re standing.
Shit.
If I can feel her belly against my half-mast cock, she can tell I’m turned on too.
Her breath quickens.
So does mine.
“I donotdeserve your kindness,” she whispers.
“Call it my selfishness. You fascinate me. And you’re hot as fuck.”
She doesn’t smile.
Instead, she simply gazes up at me in the moonlight while the waves roll to shore just beyond us.
And then she arches her belly into my hard-on.
Fuck, that feels good.
And when she slides her hands up my chest, to my neck, holding eye contact the whole time, rocking her belly against my cock again?
I swallow hard, but it’s not enough to keep the primitive desire from making my voice husky. “My hotel’s right around the corner.”
“Can you make me forget today happened?”
“Duchess, it would be my absolute pleasure.”
3
Sabrina Sullivan, aka a woman who can’t stop piling on the regrets
I am going to hell.
Or maybe I’m already in hell.
Either way, the reward for ruining my best friend’s Hawaiian destination wedding should not have been the hottest one-night stand of my life.
Yet here we are, with me sneaking around a man’s hotel room, wallowing in guilt and trying to find my clothes in the dark without waking him up so I can go pay for my sins.
Mysin.
Just one.
