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“If you were mine, there’s no way I’d ever even look at another woman, let alone think about sleeping with one. Adam is a fucking loser who didn’t know what he had.”
Skylar licked her lips, noticing how Dyllan’s eyes dropped to track the movement. There was nothing in the world she wanted more at that moment than to have him kiss her, show her what it would be like to be his woman. To feel his beard brush across her skin. To run her hands along his chest, rid him of his shirt and trace the lines of his tattoos.
“And here’s me thinking that you don’t even like me.” Skylar didn’t recognize the sultry voice that came out of her mouth. She’d also never felt this level of desire coursing through her body, especially for someone she hadn’t even kissed.
“Oh, babe. Like has nothing to do with it.” The hand in her hair tightened as he dropped his voice, growling the words while staring at her lips.
Her core clenched at his reaction. Her alcohol raddled brain couldn’t make out exactly what he meant by it, but his body told her that it was good. That what she was feeling wasn’t just one-sided, and she didn’t know if she was elated or terrified.
What she did know was that she needed another drink.
Chapter Eight
Dyllan
Light streamed through Dyllan’s hotel room, searing his head with a stabbing pain straight to his brain. He groaned as he threw his arm over his eyes, shielding them from the blinding light that currently wreaked havoc on his sense.
Why didn’t I close the blinds before I went to bed? Amateur move, Thompson.
He tried to piece the night before together since he didn’t remember getting back to his room. Flashes of moments from the night before raced before his eyes.
He was at dinner and the game with the guys.
They met up with the girls at that god-awful club.
He promised to babysit Skylar, and they ended up at that moderately better bar.
Then nothing.
His body tensed as the bed beside him shifted, and someone threw an arm against his stomach.
No, it can’t be. No, we didn’t.
Cracking one eye open, he looked down to see a perfectly pink manicured hand on his stomach, dipping close to the sheets that covered what he was pretty sure was the rest of his naked body. While normally he would fully encourage that, especially to distract him from one hell of a hangover, the large, sparkling diamond on a very important finger caught his attention on that hand.
“What the fuck?” Dyllan shouted as he jumped from the bed, immediately regretting the action from the knives in his head to his rolling stomach.
A blonde head popped up from the sheets, which were dangerously close to falling from her chest. “What’s happening? What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? One, you’re in my bed. Two, you’re wearing a fucking ring.”
Skylar opened her eyes, scanning her eyes over the room. She gasped and placed a hand to her face as she saw his very naked, and very awake, cock standing at attention.
“You’re naked!” She yelled as she clutched the sheets to her chest.
“So are you, babydoll. Now, do you care to explain to me why you have a ring on your finger? Did you lie to me about your engagement ending?”
“What? No!” She dropped her hand and studied the diamonds on her finger. “What the…?”
“Yeah, ‘what the…’ is right.”
“No, this isn’t mine. I’ve never seen this ring before.” Her big eyes looked up at him, then darted to his left hand and pointed with her finger. “You have one too!”
Bringing his hand up, his ring finger held a thick, black band. “Fuck!”
“Wait, we didn’t… I mean, we couldn’t have?”
“Gotten married? It sure as hell looks like it.” Aside from the hangover effects running through his body, he was calm. There wasn’t nervousness or fear. There wasn’t an overwhelming sense of doom from learning that he’d woken up married to Skylar. He was calm, and for the first time in years, he truly felt at peace.
