I moan again and tweak my nipples harder, and when he says, “God, you’re beautiful,” I come undone. My pussy squeezes his cock, ripple after ripple, and with several cursed breaths, he pulls out.
Rearing to my elbows, I watch as he pumps himself, watching even closer as he comes all over my stomach. His shoulders are tense and his head is tipped back as he moans. And when he’s finished, his back slumps and he falls back to two hands on either side of my head, his cum cooling on my skin.
As soon as he catches his breath, I almost expect him to leave. That’s the normal thing to do, right? On a one-night stand? I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had one.
Instead, he surprises me by kissing me. It’s such a soft kiss, and it does something to the weird butterflies in my stomach.
All too soon, he breaks away, getting off the bed, and my heart sinks. The butterflies explode in my stomach as I wait for him to leave without a word. I mean, what did I expect? We met twenty minutes ago. I don’t even know this guy’s name, even though that was by far the best sex I’ve ever had.
But I am drunk. He’s drunk. We don’t know each other. He has every right to leave.
He picks up his shirt and heads back to me. I frown. “What are you doing?”
His brows crease together. “Cleaning you up.”
“With your shirt?”
He starts to wipe away his cum. “I didn’t see a towel or tissues around.”
“Oh.” I glance around even though I know he’s right and it’s too late anyway. Cum is smeared all over his university shirt. “Right.”
He flings the shirt back onto his jeans.
“What are you going to wear out of here?”
“I’ll figure that out in the morning,” he murmurs as he climbs back onto my bed.
“What are…” I blink a few times, confused. “What are you doing?”
He flops down on the bed beside me and buries his head in the pillow. He’s still naked, and I get the perfect view of a perfectly sculpted ass. “Going to sleep.”
“Here?”
“Yes, here.”
“Um…” Is this okay? The last guy I slept with, like actually slept with in a bed, wasthe bastard, and that was months ago. I’ve grown used to sleeping alone, but when this mystery guy closes his eyes, I decide I can’t deny him. Where would he go?He’s too drunk to drive, and he can’t return to the party without a shirt.
I flop back onto my pillow, angle my body to grab the comforter from underneath me, and cover myself up. I stare at the ceiling for a moment, watching it spin just a little, before I ask, “What’s your name anyway?”
I get no answer, so I tip my head and look at him. His lips are parted, and his face is relaxed. He’s asleep. Who the hell falls asleep that fast?
Snorting, I twist to the side, and before I know it, I’m drifting off.
CHAPTER 2
REID RATHE
My head throbs.What a fine thing to wake up to. I knew I was doing too many shots last night. I knew, and I was stupid enough to take another.
With my eyes tightly closed against the throb that’s easing with every passing second, I let the sound of birds outside wash over me. Surprisingly, with all the shots, I didn’t black out. I remember everything. Vividly. And I know exactly where I am, too. My heart stutters as I take in the unique smell that I couldn’t get enough of last night. The smell that stuffed itself up my nose and I knew I was a goner.
Hersmell.
When I hear the soft breathing of another, I slowly open my eyes. Lying next to me in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room is…I rack my brain, trying to remember her name. It takes me a moment, but I remember her sweet voice telling me her name was Sarah.
Sarah…
She doesn’t look like aSarah. With her soft features, curled and almost-black hair, and a few freckles dotting her nose, the name doesn’t portray her beauty. It’s too ordinary.
