of his body pressing me down, and instantly miss his warmth when he shifts and pulls out of me.
“Fuck,” he says, obviously still sensitive as he frees his cock. Sitting up, he disposes of the condom and tugs on his pants. The bedroom door creaks as he leaves without a word and for a second I’m not sure he’s coming back, but a heartbeat later he’s back in the room, a wet cloth in his hand.
He sits on the edge of the mattress and puts his hand between my legs to wash me. His touch is gentle, soft on my sex, a complete contrast to the way he fucks, and I get a little pang, right around the vicinity of my heart. I blink, wondering if I’m dreaming, because I swear to God this guy is too good to be true.
“Do you have a problem, Haven?”
I shake my head, and he tosses the cloth into his laundry basket. “Good,” he says and pulls the blankets up to tuck me in. He stands again, and I watch him wide-eyed as he makes his way to the door. Lord, I really shouldn’t be feeling such a deep sense of loss.
“Good night,” I say.
He flicks the light off, and in the dark I listen to the rustle of his pants as he removes them. “You’re staying?” I ask, wishing I was better at hiding the joy in my voice.
“Yeah.” The bed dips beside me, and I lay there staring at the ceiling in the dark. Even though I’m tired, my mind races, wants to relive every minute of tonight. I just had sex—the best sex of my life—with a man I barely know. A man who is going to pretend to be my boyfriend to protect me from whoever is sending threatening letters.
He shifts and his voice falls over me. “Go to sleep, Haven.”
“You’re awfully bossy.”
He effortlessly moves me around with powerful arms, until I’m the little spoon and he’s the big one. “You don’t know me,” he says as I melt into his warmth. “But know this. We’ll be doing this again.”
“This?” I ask, as we snuggle, and try not to get my hopes up. “Do you mean snuggling or sleeping together?” Yeah, I need to clarify.
“I’m talking about fucking. We’ll be doing that again,” he says, a statement not a question. “I’m not nearly done with you, Haven.”
I bite down on my lip and resist the urge to scream, YAY!!
5
Tyler
The early morning sun shining in through the crack in my curtains slants on the wall and pulls me awake. I’m about to stretch when I realize there’s a hot body next to me. I peel one eye open and my heart beats a little faster as memories of last night come racing back, pushing the early morning fog from my brain, allowing lust to take its place.
I want her again.
“Jesus,” I murmur silently. You’d think I’d be sated this morning, but nope, my cock is up cock-a-doodling, ready to go another round. Footsteps sound in the hall, and by now, my brothers and cousins will have figured out where I slept last night. Good. At least now they all know Haven is hands off. The first one to say a word about me sleeping in here—or rather my bed—for the night, I’ll take out back for a goddamn beat-down. Yeah, it’s true I don’t spend the night, but the circumstances are different here. Haven is in some kind of trouble.
Yeah sure, Tyler. Go ahead, just try to convince yourself that’s why you stayed all night.
I shift to take in the way her blonde hair is falling over her face, one wispy strand moving back and forth as she breathes. A ridiculous, village-idiot grin spreads across my face. With the slightest touch, I pull her hair away so she doesn’t snort it into her brain.
She stirs under my touch, and I lightly graze my fingers over her delicate shoulder, take pleasure in her soft skin. That’s when I notice the teeth marks on her flesh. I chuckle slightly, but I hope the damn bites don’t interfere with her filming today. She’s probably supposed to be blemish-free for this sweet romantic comedy she’s starring in.
She rolls toward me and I take a breath as her eyes open and meet mine. A part of me expects to see regret lingering in those baby blues, but instead I’m met with pure satisfaction. She gives a lazy, cat-like stretch.
“Morning,” she says softly, and my chest squeezes,