by Kris Jayne
“Mornin’, sweetheart.”
A masculine, sleep-rasped voice snatched her breath. Alexa snapped upright then yanked the duvet up over her bare chest.
There he was—smiling, naked, and awake in more ways than one.
His eyes were half open, sleepy, and wanton under a fringe of golden brown lashes. Her eyes slid down the lean stretch of muscle and tanned skin next to her on top of the covers.
“Why can’t you disappear in a puff of smoke?”
Her heart thundered as if she’d finished an hour of wind sprints. Somehow, the words that sprang up in her head had come out of her mouth.
Graham woke up steeped in the satisfaction of his New Year's Eve success. The details blurred, but he could practically feel the firm ass in his hand, soft lips on his, and the tight squeeze on his cock. An easy, pleased-with-himself grin spread across his face.
She stirred, rustling in the cocoon of bedding.
“Mornin’, sweetheart.”
She shot up. He caught a luscious view of dark-tipped breasts before she clutched the comforter up to her chin. Ginger ale eyes widened at him. She pressed her lips tight, beguiling dimples appearing in her cheeks.
Graham wanted to banish Miss Prim and bring back the woman who’d bucked and clawed astride his lap a few hours before. She threw her face into her palms.
"Why can't you disappear in a puff of smoke?"
“That’s not the magic act I do, but drop the sheet, and I’ll show you another trick.”
“Then I’ll disappear.”
She swung away from him, fighting the bed sheets to get her feet on the floor.
“Don’t go. Come on.”
He touched her back, and she arched away and jumped out of bed. Graham got a fantastic view—long, naked curves of creamy café au lait skin.
“No. I’m not…no.”
She scrambled to snatch her dress, handbag, and lace underthings off the floor, then raced into the bathroom. The door snapped shut.
Graham leaned out of bed to grab his cell phone out of his pants pocket and reorient himself with the world while she attended to herself for several minutes.
The muffled rush of water filled the room—first from the sink and then the shower. A clang of objects against the hard countertop surprised him. How much could she have in that tiny purse?
And what would she look like in the shower? Rivulets of water streaming down the curves of her naked body. Her back would arch, pushing her breasts forward and up.
His hand roved down to his twitching groin, but then he slapped his thigh and thought about football. The Dallas Cowboys. Tony Romo. Defensive line woes.
He couldn’t have her walk out and see him tugging on himself like horny teenager who’d just seen his first boob. Plus, he still hoped to convince her to stay. He’d need that hard-on.
Then, the door flung open as purposefully as it had been slammed shut. Somehow, she looked polished and bright—even in last night's spangly mini-dress.
"I have to go.”
"Why?"
"I have plans. I'm probably already late. What time is it?"
Her dispassionate tone sliced off each word flung in his direction. Graham sat up and turned the clock on the nightstand toward her.
"10:22"
“Shit.” She flipped her gaze around the room, dark curly hair bouncing, then found her shoes tumbled over in the corner. Balancing like a dancer on one leg at a time, she strapped the spiked heels to her feet. "I have to get back to my hotel."
"Give me two minutes. I’ll drive you."
“No. I’ll manage.” She strode toward the door. Another second, and she’d be gone.
"Where do you have to be in such a hurry on New Year's Day? I figured we could relax. Go have breakfast. Or order room service."
She turned to face him. With the morning light dancing off the silver sequins of her dress, she looked like an angelic go-go dancer. His body stiffened again, which he made no attempt to hide from his guest.
Her eyes darted to his erection and then locked back on his.
"I told you. I have plans. And I need to go back to my hotel and change."
"Let me drive you. It's the least I can do."
Her hand flew to her hip in a fist. "Since I did you the favor of having sex with you?”
Shit, she was a beast. His interest wavered even as she threw her sparkling hip to the side in an unwittingly way. "I'm attempting to be nice."
She huffed. "Fine. Are you going to shower or something?"
"Yeah. Two minutes."
Game on. So what if she was a little bitchy? Her body was killer, and he love another turn.
Graham bounded to his feet and into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. He threw on the shower and stepped inside. As soon as he closed the shower curtain, he heard the heavy thud of the hotel room door.
Damn. He didn't even remember her name.
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About the Author
Kris Jayne is a devoted writer, reader, and traveler. She spends her days blissfully sweating out the writing process in the Dallas area with her dog, Otis the Shih Tzu, Rocco the Terrier, and Red the Foxy Mutt.
Her passion for writing is only matched by her passion for the adventures of travel. In 2008, she let a friend talk her into sleeping outside for the first time in her life when she climbed Mount Kilimanjaro.
P.S. If you're buying her a gift, she has a penchant for single-malt Scotch and scarves.
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