I wake to the sound of distant voices and heels clacking against the floor, but it doesn’t make any sense—my room is soundproofed. I guess Lewis and Adam could’ve brought a couple of strippers home—it’s definitely something Lewis would do, anyway.
Sunlight is streaming in through the curtains, and as my vision adjusts to the morning light, it takes me a moment to remember that I’m not in my room. I didn’t sleep at my place. At all. I roll over onto my side, taking in the turquoise rug, and it all comes flooding back.
That rug.
It’s where Carrie and I slept together for the second time last night.
What shocks me most is how good it was. Like… insanely good.
We hadn’t planned on doing it twice, but I barely had time to toss away the first condom and grab a few M&M’s before the urge hit me again. And judging by how she climbed on top of me like she’d been starved for years? Yeah. She felt it, too.
I guess three months of a hard-core drought will do that to a person. Multiply that by a surprisingly sexy sleep shirt, and you get a double dunk, plus the fattest hard-on I’ve had in a while.
Fuck, here we go again.
I growl in frustration, burying my face in the pillow for a second, trying to get myself under control. Not happening.
I glance over at Carrie. She’s still fast asleep on her stomach, one arm dangling over the edge of the bed. She looks so peaceful. She looks satisfied, too. And yeah, I’m stupidly proud of that. Not that I’d ever tell her, though—she already thinks I’m a total egomaniac jerk.
I force myself out of bed, then drop to the floor for my usual morning stretches—though the only thing actually stretching is my self-control, because every move reminds me of last night. My head is full of her—her gasp, her nails gripping my shoulders, the way she clenched around me.
The mattress squeaks. I look over to see Carrie’s legs swinging over the bed as her feet touch the ground. She rubs her eyes and yawns, staggering across the room, clearly not seeing me sprawled out on the ground until it’s too late. It’s ridiculous how fast my body reacts to just that one noise she makes.Down, boy!Her left foot brushes my hip, and I grab her other ankle just before it lands square on my balls.
“Rise and shine! Watch where you’re going, Ms. Wolinski!”
“Fuck, get off me, you moron!”
She teeters on her feet, lurching forward before she has time to react, letting out a squeal as she comes tumbling to the ground. I do my best to break her fall, and I can’t decide what’s more impressive—the weight of Carrie crashing into me, or my insane reflexes. I’m a goddamn hero.
I prop myself up on my elbow and lift my head, laughing. Carrie’s magnificent ass is practically filling my entire field of vision, and I’m tempted to give it a quick spank, but something tells me that’s a bad idea.
I watch as my love coach wriggles free and rolls over onto her side.
“Good morning to you, too.”
I push myself up to a seated position and take her in as she tucks a few stray curls behind her ears. I’m used to waking up to false eyelashes on the pillow and mascara stains on the sheets. With her big,clear eyes and that pillow crease on her forehead, Carrie’s the complete opposite. I’m kind of annoyed at how cute she looks.
“You slept here?” she asks.
Outstanding detective skills, right there.
“Yeah. You just kinda collapsed into bed, and I managed to drag my ass onto the other one.”
“Okay…”
“What?” I frown. “Don’t tell me you’re being all awkward because of that insane night we just had…”
She eyes me. “It wasn’tthatinsane.”
“Hard disagree.”
She snorts. “How do you know I wasn’t faking it?”
“Let me see if I can find the right words. I’ve read them in one of your books.” I pretend to think. “Ah yes! Because ‘your hot, soaking-wet pussy strangled my throbbing manhood like a velvet glove.’?”
Her mouth falls open.Mission accomplished.
“I’ve created a monster,” she gasps.
