30 Days (Lost Love Trilogy #1) - Belle Brooks Page 0,26

this was a mistake. I wasn’t ready. I’m still not.

A part of me is still Mike’s

Instant regret.

“Are you coming?” He stands from the bed with the evidence of our deed tucked in his fist.

“Where?” I pull the sheet around me, sitting.

“The shower.”

“You go. I’ll take one after you.”

“Are you sure?” Confusion is etched on his face.

“Yep.”

A firm arse walks past me and enters a door not far from the bed. The sound of running water makes me want to pee, but there’s no way I’m going in there with him. Hell, I don’t even know who he is, and he has no idea who the frick I am. What I do know is he can fuck a woman in a way I’ve never known, and that in itself tells me he’s a manwhore, like I suspected. What have I done?

Soon, the door opens, and he returns to the room, turning a lamp on next to the bed. His skin glistens with water droplets and his hair is messy. The just-fucked look is an expression he wears way too well, and it’s sexy as hell.

I scan his body from his feet to his head. Perfection. He definitely works out, a lot. Me? Not at all. We have nothing in common from appearances alone. The V which leads to his manhood, hidden behind the towel wrapped around his waist, gets my juices flowing. I need to get the hell out of here. How can I be regretful and still want to have him in me again? This makes no sense.

“Your turn.” His million-dollar smile sparkles.

“Okay.” I pull up, wrapping the sheet around me as I stand.

“What are you doing?” He stops in front of me.

“Going to clean up. Why?”

“What’s with the sheet?”

“You know, keeping some dignity intact.”

“I’ve already seen what’s under there. You shouldn’t hide yourself like you are.” He attempts to remove it, gently, but I hold on. “Abigail, you’re beautiful.” His fingers run through my hair before he brings his lips to mine. “Those lips,” he moans against my mouth. “They’re perfect, just like the rest of you. Lose the sheet.”

“I think I’ll keep it for now.”

He steps back. He shrugs. Now I’ve upset him. I can never win. I just want to get out of my own head for a minute or two. I’m driving myself insane.

***

The bathroom is immaculate and smells fresh like rain. Clean. I inhale a deep breath, enjoying the smell—his smell—before looking around. The en suite is as big as the rest of the place. Spa, shower, and toilet all reside on one side of the room. A double basin and vanity run the length of the other side. How can he afford this? Maybe he has wealthy parents, or he’s married and his wife is loaded. The urge to open the drawers and cupboards to search for evidence crosses my mind. But I refrain and take a quick shower to wash away my mistake, hoping this has only been a dream and I’ll wake up sticky from its dirtiness, but untouched. One can only hope.

A towel has been placed on the vanity, for me, I’m assuming. I wrap it around my body and tiptoe towards the door. Please don’t be out there.

“Hi,” I say, shyly.

He’s sitting on the bed in a long pair of cotton pyjama bottoms. “You look disappointed. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s … you know what, it’s nothing. I’ve had fun.”

He stands, marching towards me. Oh Lord, he’s all kinds of fine. Leaning his face in close, he takes my bottom lip between his, clamping down, and then releases it as swiftly as he claimed it. His hands free the towel covering my body and it drops to the floor. Stepping backwards, he eyes me up and down. “You’re amazing. Your body is amazing even more so in the light.”

I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my entire life. My legs begin to shake.

“Come.” He takes my hand securely in his before lowering me onto the bed. “Lie with me?” he says, as if asking.

I do.

Tucked in his arms, I feel a strange sense of safety from a man I’ve just met.

But why does this seem odd?

***

Smooth skin lies under my fingertips, skin belonging to the man who claimed me tonight. His fingers twirl in my hair as his breathing slows to the point that I can tell sleep is moments away. As he succumbs, I lie there, angry at myself. Angry at my lack of control. At the position I’m now in. I