He pulls out and rolls me over, settling back on top of me and stroking some damp hair from my face with tender fingers. “Maybe we’re magical together.”
I search his brown eyes and ask something I probably have no business asking. “Do you believe in soulmates?”
His perfectly formed lips turn up just slightly. “I never have before,though I’m no expert on the subject. Do you think that’s what’s going on here? That we’re two souls who found each other?”
“It sounds crazy,” I say, deciding to walk it back a little before he thinks I’m some kind of nut. “It’s probably just really mind-blowing sex.”
“Mind-blowing, huh?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.
I spank his ass. “Like you don’t know you’re good in bed.”
“Don’t forget in the shower,” he reminds me, making me smile for the millionth time tonight.
“Your aquatic skills are unrivaled,” I assure him.
“Speaking of that, we should probably rinse off and then get some more sleep.”
My eyes narrow. “No more funny business in the shower. My old girl needs a break.”
“Don’t worry,” he says, pushing off me with his arms and landing on his feet beside the bed like a big, naked gymnast. “I’m saving the last condom for our pre-breakfast activities.”
I groan when he pulls me from the bed. “You, sir, are insatiable.”
“That’s how I’m going to make you fall for me, Minnie. And then I’ll really turn on the charm.”
As he takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, I think…
Too late.
We’re back in the bed, and the first rays of morning are barely peeking through a crack in the curtains. Just enough that I can see Joe’s sleeping face in the near darkness.
He really is a beautiful man. Chiseled jaw. Kissable lips. Long, dark eyelashes that rest on his cheeks as he sleeps. I stroke the stubble on his chin, loving the feel of the roughness beneath my fingertips.
My eyes travel down to his exposed chest and the black hair there. It’s just the right amount to be sexy. I smile as I follow the trail of hair down beneath the sheet. Caroline told me once that, depending onwhat it’s leading to, it can either be called a disappointment trail, a happy trail, or an ecstatic trail.
Joe definitely falls into the latter category. I’d be a very lucky woman, indeed, if I got to sleep with this man every night for the rest of my life. My head shakes back and forth, trying to dislodge that crazy-ass thought from my brain. I barely know Joe, and here I am using the word “forever” like I have any right to.
But damn, it’s hard not to dream when he mixes in those sweet things he says with his dirty talk. Not just during sex, but also afterward, even when the post-coital haze has dissipated. He’s so open, and I can read the honesty in his eyes… in his every reverent touch.
I close my eyes and rest my head on Joe’s chest, inhaling the scent of hotel soap and the faint remnants of cologne on his skin. Just as I’m about to drift off, my bladder taps insistently against my innards, as if to say, “Hey, girl. Road trip?”
Dammit. Carefully, I extricate myself from Joe’s arm around my back and slide from the bed. Making my way to the bathroom, I relieve my bitchy bladder and stand in front of the mirror to wash my hands. My hair is absolute chaos, and I have stubble burn around my mouth, down my neck, and across my chest. My makeup looks like I’ve been shot in the face with one of those high-powered hoses from the car wash.
Leaning over, I splash water on my face and do my best to clean up with a white washcloth. Checking my reflection again, I nod approvingly. Much better, though my hair…Jesus Christ.I do my best to tame down the mess with my fingers, but while Joe rocks that sexily mussed look without effort, I still appear as though some wild woodland creature has used my head for nesting purposes.
Creeping back into the main room, I pick up my phone to check the time. Only the lock screen photo isn’t the one of me and my mom. It’s Joe with an older woman that has to be his mother. They have the same dark hair, olive skin, and brown eyes. She’s a stunner, and I wonder if his brothers are just as handsome.
Then a message notification pops up, and I freeze. I should really put this phone down, but I don’t. Instead, I inspect the profile photo of a raven-haired woman with blue eyes and the most gorgeous faceI’ve ever seen. Like, she could audition for the role of an angel in a movie and instantly be cast.
Then I read the damn message.
Darling Fiancée: I’m on the way to the hairdresser to get ready for the wedding. I can’t wait to see you!
The notification disappears when the screen goes black, and, like the glutton for punishment I am, I tap the screen to revive it.
I’m not sure if I expected it to miraculously be different, but once again, I’m surprised by the beauty on the screen with the same message underneath.
My eyes blur when I once again read her contact name in his phone.Darling Fiancée.
