Chapter 1
Kensie
“Mm . . . Don’t stop,” I moaned as he thrust deeper and deeper. My nails left scars down his back, spurring him to increase his rhythm and become my undoing. Sensuality coursed through my body like a tornado, and I bit into his shoulder to prevent the scream of my explosive completion.
Canaan tucked his head into my neck to muffle his guttural noises. He continued to rock against me until his pace slowed to human. He then kissed my lips before pulling out and rolling flat on his back. “Damn, that was good.”
How in the hell didI end up sleeping with the enemy in the middleof a day spa in Montego Bay on New Year’s Eve?Still panting, I perused his magnificent, tattooed, sculpted body, and my inner goddess stirred. Damn it. We had already sexed twice in the last hour. I can’t be that hard up for a man I hate. Yet, his wayward hand that tweaked my nipple suggested otherwise.
“Hope these walls are soundproof.” His deep, gravelly, commanding voice evoked my femininity, and I snuggled under the arm that curved my body to his. “If I’d known you were so fucking hot under the sheets, I would’ve tamed you long ago.”
“Tamedme?” I asked, my hand slowly exploring the contours of his chest and abs suddenly stilled. I closed my eyes, praying he wouldn’t be the asshole I’d always known him to be when he was my best friend’s boyfriend in college.
He kissed my forehead. “Yes. That mouth of yours is reckless, and only a weak man would put up with it. Lucky for you, I’m not that man. All I need to do is kiss you, and you shut the hell up.”
“I swear you haven’t changed. I hate you so much.” I shoved him away as I scrambled to find my plush, pink terry cloth robe to cover my nakedness and escape Canaan.
“Shit, Kensie. Why do you have to mess up a perfectly good afternoon with being, well . . . you?” Canaan’s broad forehead dipped.
I hissed, “I don’t need to betamed, and definitelynotby you. Even if I wanted a man, it would be a cold day in the Sahara Desert before I would ever choose you.”
He sat up, his arms resting on his knees, his light brown eyes twinkling gold while I tried desperately to pull the sleeve of my robe from under his weight. “Calm down, and I’ll lift up.”
Refusing to give an inch, I continued to pull.
With his native Barbadian accent that disappeared at his will, he drawled, “Did you take physics?”
My ponytail bounced as I tugged again with all my might. “What?”
“If I move right now, you’re flying backward.” His hand covered my hands, and damn if I didn’t feel another spark. “Stop, Kensie. You look crazy.”
“Then get off my robe and let me go,” I implored. “You’ve wasted enough of my time.”
He picked up my hands like feathers, and I fell across him. My bare breasts pressed against his smooth chest again, nipples hardened from the intimate contact. Canaan took advantage of the situation before I could push myself off him. He wound my ponytail around his hand and captured my lips in a swoon-worthy kiss. My treacherous body melted into his, and I was once again trapped in his seductive web.
Driving to meet with my manager for dinner at The L Spot, I cursed myself repeatedly. Not only for making the mistake of having sex with Canaan, but also for my inability to stop getting hot every time I thought of the egomaniac. It’d been over a month since I accidentally entered the wrong relaxation room where a sleeping Canaan Jackson had burrowed under the white sheets. Feeling refreshed after a full-body massage and a sauna jaunt, the bed beckoned me. I’d dropped my robe, tripped on the edge of the mattress, and tumbled on a hard object.
The sheet dropped low enoughto see his bare hip and a hint of thetriangle of hair that led to his manhood when heshot up from his slumber.He yelped in surprise and,anticipating my scream, quickly covered my mouth with his hand.I bit his hand, and though he grimaced, he heldfirm. “Shh . . . It’s okay. You just walked in the . . .”His eyes had adjusted to the dimness of the tranquilroom. “Kensie Garrett? Wow. Crazy, small world.”
My eyes widenedin recognition before daggers shot from them, and though Iyelled at him to release me and cursed him royally,my words were mumbled and incoherent. Based on the grinthat graced his handsome features, he’d correctly guessed mythoughts about him.
Canaan wisely kept his hand on mymouth. “If I move my hand, promise you won’tyell, scream, or bite me again. Don’t want tobe accused of being a pervert or a rapist whenyouwere the one who walked into the wrong room.”He smirked. “Then again, maybe you knew I was hereand wanted to catch me naked.”
I shoved his handfrom my mouth and sat up. “Canaan, please. Only inmy worst nightmare . . . or is this a nightmare right now,and I’m waiting to be awakened?” I belatedly realizedhis amused gaze had drifted to my naked breasts. Ifirmly crossed my arms, shielding my body from the desirenow glinting in his eyes.
Canaan chuckled. “I should beoffended, but you always could make me laugh.” He tappedthe space next to him. “This is a huge bed,and I have this room for the rest of theafternoon. Might as well chill and catch up. Haven’tseen each other in what . . . seven years?”
I remembered mydevastated roommate after Canaan unceremoniously dumped her for another girl.I corrected impatiently, “Eightyears. We have nothing to talkabout and definitely don’t want to talk to yourass while we’re both butt naked. Seriously, Canaan, whyare you in my room?”
I focused on his face,too afraid to look anywhere else. I’d known Canaanwas fine. After all, he had all the women oncampus crazy over him. I just didn’t realize thathe wasthatfine. My lower half clenched at hisvirile nearness. I could so easily picture myself riding himinto the sunset. Truth be told, if he were anyonebesides Canaan Jackson, I would be happily sliding across hislap. The sculpted contours and dips in his tatted armsand chest suggested a clean diet and daily trips tothe gym. And something about the way he grinned withthose sparkling eyes promised blissful nights and satiated mornings. Inthese last few minutes, I finally understood my old roommate’s inability to let go of a man who wasclearly wrong for her.
“You meanmyroom. This isthe men’s side.” He pointed to the blue abstractart on the wall and imitated the spa host’svoice. “Blue is for men. Red is for women.”
“Sorry,”I mumbled, rolling my eyes. Hating that I couldn’tsee without my contacts and that I’d made acolossal mistake, I quickly covered my nipples with one armand reached for my robe with the other. Unfortunately, myjust-out-of-reach robe teased me. I looked backat an amused Canaan, who’d turned on his side,propping his head on his palm. Although the sheet stillcovered the most intimate part of his body, his sexychest and arms laughed at my insistence of feigning disinterest. “Can I have the sheet to get my robe?”
“Andrisk you seeing how attracted I am to you rightnow? Wouldn’t want to tempt you more than youalready are.” One of his brows raised.
My resistance slipping,I snapped, “Then be the gentleman you’renot, andplease close your eyes.”
