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have to say, I like it.” She lifts her head. “And I really like the haircut and new beard. It suits you.”
With a grin, I say, “I’m glad you approve.”
She leans forward and places several kisses on my chest. Leaning my head back, I try to enjoy the attention.
Unfortunately, the image of a certain brunette keeps plaguing me, taking away the relaxing feeling I’m supposed to have.
Megan’s lips move over my stomach, and I look down as she drops to her knees. Her nimble hands begin working on my jeans. If she notices I’m not as hard as I should be, she doesn’t say anything.
Guilt begins eating away the small amount of pleasure I’ve managed to find when my jeans fall slack and she reaches her hand inside my boxer briefs to palm my semi-hard cock. When I feel the heat of her breath through the material, I reach down and cup her cheeks, forcing her head up so I can see her face. Her brows slant down into a frown.
“Is something wrong?”
That’s a question I’m not sure how to answer. There shouldn’t be anything wrong—I’m a red-blooded male with a functioning cock. Why the fuck am I letting a woman who doesn’t want me take away something I know will be an enjoyable night of fucking? But goddamn it, she is. As alluring as Megan is, and as good as I know it would be to fuck her, she’s not the woman I want. And the thought of having sex with Megan feels wrong.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, feeling like an asshole for leading her on.
Her eyes are soft with understanding. “It’s her, isn’t it?” She climbs to her feet.
“Yeah.” I blow out a breath and begin tucking my junk back into my boxer briefs and jeans. “I can’t fucking get her out of my head.”
Bending, I grab Megan’s dress and hand it to her. While she gets dressed, I go to my bed, sit down, and drop my head in my hands.
The bed dips a moment later. “You need to go to her, Enzo. Tell her how you feel.”
I roughly run my hands over the back of my head before looking at her. “That’s just it. I don’t know what I feel for her.”
“Well, whatever it is, it doesn’t seem to be fleeting.”
“It’s not,” I confirm. If it were, she wouldn’t be taking over half of my thoughts.
She grabs my hand and laces our fingers together, bringing the back of mine to her lips. “I have a feeling this will be the last time I see you in this capacity.”
I don’t refute her claim, because I can’t. I have no clue what will happen between Alaina and me, but something tells me whatever it is will alter my life forever.
“I’m sorry about tonight.” Leaning toward her, I press a kiss to her forehead.
The action causes her to laugh. “A kiss to my forehead? What do you take me for? If this is our goodbye, I damn well expect a proper one.”
With that, she tunnels her fingers through the hair at the back of my head and tugs me forward until our lips meet. This kiss couldn’t really be called sexual, but it’s not an innocent peck either. We both pull back at the same time.
“She’s a lucky girl, you know.” Megan gets up from the bed and lightly fluffs her hair. “I mean that. You’re a good man, Enzo, and any girl would be lucky to have you.”
“Thanks.” I grin. “And I expect a wedding invitation when you finally wise up and find a man worthy of you.”
Her eyes roll and she snorts unladylike. “You’ll be waiting a long time for that.”
Getting up from the bed, I go to her, cupping one of her cheeks. “You take care of yourself, Megan,” I murmur.
Her smile is sweet. “You as well, Enzo.” She pats my ass. “Now, stop wasting time and go get your girl.”
“That’s on my must-do list for tomorrow.”
Her eyes narrow as she pointedly says, “And don’t take no for an answer.”
My grin grows. “I don’t plan on it.”
Chapter Seven
ALAINA
I sprinkle small bits of bacon to top off my lunch then carry my bowl and big glass of lemonade to the living room. Dropping down on the couch, I fold my legs in front of me Indian style and put my bowl in my lap. A lot of girls eat salad for dieting purposes. I say fuck dieting. My kind of salad wouldn’t be considered healthy, anyway. Not with