I step out of both before leaning back. “You’re overdressed Mr. Roth.”
“So I am.” That devastating smile that makes his blue eyes sparkle makes an appearance as he unbuttons his slacks and drops them and his boxer briefs in one fell swoop.
“Damn.” My eyes go wide at not just the picture-perfect dick but his leg muscles. They’re that of an athlete, thick and heavy. Wildly attractive. I’ve never thought much about men’s thighs, but Chris is making them one of my favorite body parts now.
“Like what you see?”
“Don’t get cocky now. I don’t have the brainpower to shield how attractive I think you are.” I spin and faceplant onto the bed, moaning at the sheer softness of it.
“Jesus, your ass is a work of art.” Chris groans behind me.
I smile into the plush comforter before turning my head. “You’re the one who wanted to sleep naked.”
“Yeah, I didn’t really think this one through.”
I shift to my knees and push the covers back so I can climb inside. Shoving down his side, I look over at him. “Bed. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He slides in next to me within seconds.
Our bodies are parallel to each other. Both of us are frozen like bodies in a morgue. That is until he shifts to his side, reaching for me and pulling me against him, my back to his front. The telltale feel of his erection is almost enough of a distraction, but my eyes are getting heavier by the second.
Chris’s lips press against my shoulder before he whispers, “Sleep, Nova baby.”
And so, I do.
Better than I have since Charlie died.
I awake with a start, confused about where I am currently.
That is until I catch a whiff of the distinct smell of Chris.
That’s right. I slept with Chris in my bed, naked, and neither of us got orgasms out of it.
What kind of backwards shit is this?
My hand brushes against the other side of the bed but comes up empty.
My body jolts up from its cozy spot under the blankets.
“Chris?” I call out.
No answer.
“Chris?” I try one more time as I roll out of bed and hastily get dressed.
When I walk into the living area, I see there’s no one here and immediately get angry.
He left me.
The anger isn’t shocking, but the hurt is. I didn’t expect to wake up alone and feel a pit in the depths of my stomach. Has Chris wiggled his way in so soon? I’m supposed to have a handle on things, and yet here I am, after a naked overnight stay, with no sex and no companion.
What the fuck?
I have to get out of here. I don’t even care what he’s doing. If he went to get something from the cave or if he’s with Cano, none of it matters. What matters is getting the hell out of here before I lose all sense of my mission. I need to get my head on straight and remember what I’m doing this all for. It sure as fuck isn’t Oscar Cano’s right-hand man.
God, what am I thinking?
I grab my phone and wallet before stomping out, unlocking and slamming the door. He may not be here to take my rage out on, but the door is, so I’ll take it.
