Page 32 of Hard to Lose

“I’ll just lie here then while you’re in the shower and finish myself off,” I tease—only partially. Because the man already has that ache burning so bright from the feel of his body and the taste of his kiss alone.

“You’re cruel.”

“And you’re gorgeous,” I say against his lips.

He leans back and looks at me, his fingers tucking the hair that’s fallen in my face behind my ear. There’s amusement in his eyes, but also something more that I can’t put my finger on. His smile is soft. “I’ll be in the shower. And if you lie right here, you can get a good angle in the mirror to see me in there.” He pats my ass. “You know, should you need any visual stimulation to help get you off.”

“You’re a bastard,” I tease.

“That’s not what you said about”—he looks at his watch—“three hours ago. I believe then you were praising me profusely.”

The grin he flashes me is mesmerizing. God, he’s gorgeous.

All I can do is shake my head and flop back on the bed, wondering how the hell this happened, and be grateful that it did.

Because Gunner is most definitely something else.

I look through the open doorway and into the mirror. It’s fogging with the moisture of the shower, but I can see him soaping up and washing his hair.

Thoughts of sliding my hand between my thighs and finishing off the desire he flamed moments ago crosses my mind, but I know I’ll be left with a half-hearted orgasm and not completely satisfied.

Who is this man? Funny. Great in bed. Lighthearted. Sexy. Selfless. I mean, what in the heck is he doing with me?

Groaning, I hoist myself off the bed and gather my clothing. I can’t remember the last time I was so unmotivated about getting to work.

By the time I’m dressed, the shower has stopped and Gunner is hurriedly walking into the bedroom, pulling one pant leg on.

“No?” he asks me when he meets my eyes, a devilish grin playing on his lips.

“No?” I ask. He looks at the bed and then at my hand and I shake my head. “It’s not the same.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “Am I allowed to take that as a compliment?”

“Definitely.” I bite my bottom lip and take him in again, careful to only allow my eyes to skim above his chest.

He shoves a shirt over his head and runs his hand through his hair. “I’ve gotta run. I can either give you a ride or you can see yourself out whenever you’re ready.”

“Wait, you’re just going to leave me alone in your house?” I ask, flabbergasted.

“Are you going to rob me blind?”

“Er, no.”

“Then, yes, I’m going to leave you here alone. This isn’t the big city, Chase.” He pulls a baseball cap off a shelf in his closet and puts it on, adjusting the bill. “Besides, I tend to trust the people I sleep with so I’m not too worried.”

“Oh.”

“So, ride? No ride?” He grabs his car keys off his dresser.

“No ride. My car isn’t too far away.”

“Okay. Just lock the door on the way out. Shit, I’m late. I have your number now. I’ll call you later.” He heads out of the bedroom leaving me standing there, staring at the empty doorway.

“Bye,” I say and then startle when he walks back in the room on a definite mission.

“I forgot something,” he says seconds before he pulls me against him in a libido-stirring, panty-wetting, all-consuming kiss that leaves me absolutely breathless when he steps back. “Now, I can go.”

And without another word, I hear his footsteps on the floor and then the door shuts with a slam.