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“Believe it, Sweetheart,” I reply, and she huffs up the stairs, pounding her feet. “Is that a no to you being hungry?” I ask her, and all I hear is the door slam shut, making me laugh and shake my head.
“What the fuck did I just get myself into?” I mumble and look up the steps, waiting for her to answer me since she has an answer for everything. When she doesn’t, I walk over to the door and pick up our jackets and her purse, hanging it on the hook before snatching up my T-shirt.
I lock the door and turn off the lights before walking up the steps and going to the bedroom with the door open. Seeing the bed made, I walk over to the corner where there is a chair near the window with no shades, tossing my T-shirt on it before kicking off my shoes. I hear the bathroom door open, and then I hear her feet move down the hallway. She screams when she catches me in her room. She’s wearing a long T-shirt. “What are you still doing here?” She puts her hand to her chest.
“I told you less than five minutes ago I wasn’t leaving.” I sit in the chair and pull off one of my cowboy boots, tossing it beside the foot of the couch. “You were there.”
“I was there.” She folds her arms over her chest, and I see her nipples poking out of the white shirt. “I also told you to leave.”
“We haven’t had our talk yet.” I pull off the other boot and toss it with the other one. “So I can’t leave.” She glares at me, and I wish there was more light in the room so I can see how crystal clear her eyes get when she’s angry. “Why did you leave?”
“I woke up, and it was time for me to go.” She walks into the room, putting her knee on the bed. “It was a good time to get out of there.”
“A good time to get out of there.” I repeat her words. “I woke up, and I swear I thought I dreamed you up. But then I knew I hadn’t dreamed you up because I could smell your perfume in the room, around me, on me.” I tell her what I did when I woke up and was alone in the bed without her. “I called your name, thinking you were in the bathroom. Then I got out of bed, and it was empty. I went to the bar, thinking maybe you got thirsty, and guess what I found?” I ask her, waiting, and she just rolls her eyes. “Nothing. I found nothing. I was standing there in my bar, naked.”
“You could have put your boxers on,” she retorts. “It wasn’t that dramatic.”
“I didn’t want to put my boxers on because I planned on having you one more time,” I inform her, running my hands through my hair. “So after finding you nowhere, I went to the tapes.”
“That’s a violation of privacy,” she hisses as she points at me, “and I can sue you.”
“Good, means we’ll have another time to see each other.” I chuckle. “I had to make sure I deleted it, and no one would be able to see what I was seeing.”
“I’m sure you do that often enough,” she snaps.
“The fuck?” I yelp, shocked.
“Oh, what’s the matter, Cowboy, cat got your tongue?” She uses my phrase on me. “Please, you think I don’t know that you do this all the time.” She raises her eyebrows. “Please, spare me the hurt act.”
“You think I do this all the time?” I glare at her. “Really? Living in the small town I grew up in, so everyone knows me from when I was born until now.” I walk around the bed to her but stop far enough away because if I get too close, I’ll end up touching her, and then this talk will be drawn out. “For your information?—”
She holds her hand up to stop me from talking. “You have a bed in your office,” she practically shouts. “In your office, a bed. Don’t tell me that I’m any different from anyone else.”
“Okay, one.” I hold up my finger. There isn’t another woman on this planet who gets me hot and cold like she does. One minute, I want to kiss the ever-loving shit out of her, then the next, I want to turn her over my knee and spank her while pleasuring her. “The bed is there because I have a son who sometimes wanted to come visit with his father when he was younger. So I got him the bed to nap on if I ever worked too late.”
“You let your child into a bar?” she asks, and I laugh.
“It’s the South,” I remind her, rolling my eyes. “I own the bar, and there was a sitter with him the whole time.” She gawks at me. “I hated waking up without you,” I tell her softly. “Hated it more than anything in my life.” I move to stand beside her, taking in her smell, my hand coming up to cup her cheek. Her eyes go a touch darker, and when you are this close to her, you see the little freckles on her nose. “Promise me you won’t run out on me again.”
“Gabriel,” she says my name in a plea, “we really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“That wasn’t what I asked you, Sweetheart.” I step closer to her, and she looks up at me. “I asked you to promise me you won’t run out on me again.” My arm goes around her waist.
“Considering there isn’t going to be a next time”—she stays adamant in her decision that this isn’t going to happen again—“I promise I won’t run out on you again.”
“Thank you, Sweetheart.” I ignore the fact she looks like she is going to kill me. “Now, I’m going to take a shower, and then we can get started on round two.” I kiss her lips, and she lets me. I smile down at her. “And just in case there were some unspoken words, we’re waking up together tomorrow morning.”
11
ZARA
Speechless, that is what I am as I watch him walk out of the bedroom with his pants hanging on his hips. His chest is mouth-watering and perfect, but it’s nothing to all the muscles in his back. My mouth waters as I make it down to his ass that fills out the jeans that look like they’ve been worn for years. “Keep watching me, Sweetheart, and I’m going to drag you into the shower with me.” He looks over his shoulder, and his black hair falls in front of his face. The smile he gives me is almost devilish.
“You can’t stay here,” I tell his back, and he laughs all the way to the bathroom, ignoring everything that I just said to him. Ignoring it all and doing exactly what he said he was going to do. “Motherfucker,” I huff out and sit on the bed, letting my heart settle in my chest. My eyes are on the doorway he just walked out of. “What did you do?” I ask myself as I rush to the drawer to take a pair of underwear out, then slide them on. “You had sex against a fucking door,” I remind myself, “and you didn’t even notice he didn’t have a condom on.” It’s the same talk I had with myself when I went into the bathroom, with my head held high but my pants hanging on to one leg. “How was that the hottest sex you’ve ever had?” I ask myself. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because no one has pushed me against a door and devoured me and then rammed into me.” I put my hand on my head. “Jesus, it was animalistic.” I fold one of my legs under me before carefully sitting down with a wince. “Maybe not goading the cowboy to fuck you harder with his dick the size of a bat would be a good thing.”
I’m thinking of ways to tell him to leave when I hear footsteps in the hallway. My head turns to look at him, expecting him to walk back in with his boxers. But not this man. He comes in totally fucking naked as the day he was born, with the towel in his hand drying his hair. “The water pressure in there sucks.”
I hold up my hands in front of my eyes. “You’re naked,” I point out, turning my head to the side, but I’ve taken a mental image of him, and that will forever be branded on my brain. Fuck, his body is to die for.
