Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I looked toward the elevator, then back to the hall that led to the bedroom. Then back at the elevator. One choice was simple—walk out that door, get on the flight tomorrow night, and never look back. The other choice was complicated—messy and scary as hell. But … I looked over at the screen saver once more and realized there was no choice.
In the end, it wasn’t even a conscious decision to stay, my feet just started moving on their own. I strode down the hall, took a deep breath, and opened the bedroom door. Wilder was conked out, but I wanted to be here to tell him how I felt when he woke up. So I slipped into bed beside him, rested my head on his warm chest, and shut my eyes, feeling at peace for the first time in a long time.
Though when my eyes fluttered open the next morning, peace wasn’t what I felt. At least not pushing up against my ass …
20
WILDER
What the …
Sloane? In my bed? I lifted the covers and looked down at myself.
Still dressed.
So was she. I wasn’t sure if I should be disappointed or grateful that I didn’t remember what the hell had happened last night. But I really liked the way it felt waking up wrapped around her. Though I had to pee pretty bad. And I had no idea how the heck I was going to extract myself from the tangle of limbs without waking her. Also, damn … my dick was right up against her ass. I was a guy, so I often woke with an erection. But right now, I was hard as a rock. It was probably a good thing she was still sleeping, or I might get my ass kicked.
I inched back, trying to slip my arm from beneath her when Sloane’s head suddenly turned.
“You’re awake?” she said.
“Sorry. I was trying to get up to go to the bathroom without waking you.”
“I’ve been awake for a while.”
She pushed up to her elbow, releasing my arm, and I slipped from the bed and headed to the bathroom. But as soon as I was upright, my head started pounding. Fuck. What the hell did I drink last night?
Standing in front of the toilet bowl, I unzipped and attempted to pull my rigid cock down enough to hit the water, but that wasn’t happening. Not even close. I was too damn hard. So I had to lean forward, palms against the wall behind the toilet and angle in. I cursed under my breath as the stream started, trying to remember something about last night—any little bits and pieces.
I remembered the moment Sloane had walked into the mansion. She’d looked so freaking gorgeous in that green dress. I’d been standing at the top of the stairs, watching the people down below. She’d entered looking straight ahead, so it gave me the chance to take a long look without getting caught.
I remembered snapping a picture of her talking to Elijah and laughing, when she wasn’t looking.
I remembered us dancing.
I remembered how good she smelled, how goose bumps had prickled along her arms when I touched her, but she tried to act like she wasn’t affected.
I remembered telling her that every time I picked something out for her to wear, I imagined myself peeling it off of her.
I remembered her gasping when she felt my hard-on up against her belly on the dance floor.
But then … it got fuzzy.
Until it didn’t.
I shut my eyes.
Natasha.
Fucking Natasha cut in.
Great. Just great.
I finished peeing, washed my hands, splashed some water on my face, and looked in the mirror. I looked like shit. About the way I felt at the moment, I supposed. A shower was in order. But I needed to get clothes from the bedroom and let Sloane know first. So I took a deep breath and attempted to look like I didn’t feel like I’d been run over by a Mack truck. I opened the bathroom door.
Sloane was sitting up in bed now, wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of my sweats rolled at the waist. Her eyes dropped to my crotch and widened.
“Sorry,” I said. “It has a mind of its own.”
She smiled. “I know. I thought your leg was poking me in the ass when I woke up. Yet you were still snoring like a baby.”
I frowned. “Sorry.”
She waved me off. “It’s fine. I could’ve slept somewhere else if it bothered me. I didn’t help myself to a tour of the place, but I noticed a lot of doors, so I assume there are other alternatives somewhere.”
I took a seat on the edge of the bed next to her and ran a hand through my hair. “What happened last night? Some of the evening is … foggy.”
“What do you remember?”