The Mistake (Bad Bridesmaids #1) - Noelle Adams Page 0,48
that Robert Castleman was her man.
The guests hung out on the yacht for a couple more hours, and then they had to disembark so the newlyweds could set sail on their honeymoon. She and Robert returned to the hotel. They had quick, eager sex as soon as they reached her room without even getting most of their clothes off. Then they showered and cleaned up and ordered room service for dinner. They watched some TV and checked their phones and took it easy for the evening. Then Amanda decided she wanted a bath, so she indulged in a long, hot soak.
She was still having private giggles when she got out, dried off, rubbed herself down with lotion, and put on a little cotton nightgown. She hadn’t brought any sexy lingerie on this trip, so Robert was out of luck in that regard.
She didn’t really care. She looked bright and flushed and ridiculously happy in the mirror as she brushed her hair and teeth. Maybe her edges were still kind of sharp, but right now she looked almost soft.
And she liked it.
When she came out into the main room, Robert was stretched out on the bed, wearing nothing but his pajama pants. He had the covers pushed down to his knees, and he was reading something—probably news—on his phone.
“Anything happening?” she asked.
“Just idiots doing idiotic things. What else?” He glanced up, and his face softened into a smile. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Good bath?”
“Very.”
“You’re looking particularly scrumptious at the moment.”
She gave him the eye roll he deserved. “This is a boring, everyday gown, and it does nothing for my boobs. I’m not looking that good.”
“We’ll have to disagree on that particular issue. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She was touched by the sentiment although she didn’t quite believe it. To hide her reaction, she did an exaggerated pageant strut toward the bed.
He chuckled and propped himself up higher on his pillows. “Very nice. Now do that pretty-feet thing you were showing off earlier.”
“You weren’t even enjoying it earlier!”
“Yes, I was. What are you talking about?”
“You weren’t laughing like everyone else.”
“That’s because I was kind of overwhelmed with other feelings. But I’m in a better frame of mind now, so show me again. Give me a private pageant.”
She shook her head and rolled her eyes, but she wasn’t about to refuse him. So she found some generic music on her phone to play for accompaniment and then went back into the bathroom to give him a whole routine.
She strode out, her hands turned outward near her hips, and stopped on the first spot, twirling and smiling and simpering. Then she moved to another spot and posed again, this time bobbing her head in a series of nods like she was supposed to give to the judges. When she moved from that spot, she tossed her hair and gave him an over-the-shoulder look and final wink before she returned to the bathroom.
Robert was overwhelmed by laughter by the end of it, and she was pretty proud of herself for that accomplishment.
When she peeked back out, he gestured toward her, and she ran over and jumped onto the bed, trying to tackle him. He was ready for her, however. He was sitting up fully now, leaning against the headboard, and he pulled her onto his lap.
After kissing her for a while, he asked, “Did you really do that whole ridiculous routine when you were six years old?”
“Yes. I really did.”
“I can’t believe your mom did that to you.”
“I don’t think she had any idea how much I hated it. I wanted her to be happy with me, so I did it until I just couldn’t anymore.”
“She should have known better.”
“Yes. She should have. But that was a long time ago. Any similar performances I give anymore will have to be just for you.”
His eyes smoldered as he slid his hands down her back to cup her bottom. “That sounds like a good plan to me.”
Her body was starting to tingle from his entitled hands and his possessive expression and the lean strength of his body beneath hers. She leaned toward him and gave his bottom lip a little tug before releasing it and deepening the kiss.
It was a good kiss. Slow and leisurely and deliciously sensual. She was definitely ready for more when Robert pulled back and cleared his throat.
She’d been about to go for him again, but she paused at his expression. “What is it?”
“I wanted to say something. Before we go any further.”
He sounded so