Tempting the Best Man - By J. Lynn Page 0,10
always stung, because he was open for business for everyone…everyone but her.
Outside the cabin, Chase held the key like it was a snake about to sink its fangs into his hand.
He hadn’t said a word on the way down. He was pissed; she knew it. What red-blooded single male came to a wedding and enjoyed getting stuck with their best friend’s little sister as their roommate? In an old honeymoon cabin on top of that?
Madison couldn’t believe it. She literally had the worst luck when it came to him.
She checked her cell phone and wanted to throw it. No service.
Finally, he opened the door and reached along the wall, flipping on the light. Her jaw dropped, and she slapped a hand over her mouth.
This was a joke. It had to be. “Your brother has to be behind this,” she said.
Chase shook his head slowly. “If he is, I’m going to kill him.”
It was no wonder the clerk had said the room was scheduled for renovation. Clearly, someone had done a rush job cleaning the room. There was a faint smell of Lysol and potpourri that lingered in the spacy cabin, but the carpet…the bed.
Several throw rugs covered the wood flooring. They were every color of the rainbow, but one was a bear rug. An actual bear rug. The walls were painted a vibrant purple and red, and the bed…the bed draped in red velvet and heart-shaped.
Chase strolled into the room, dropping his keys on a white dresser that looked like something her grandmother would have in her house. He glanced over his shoulder, one brow arched.
Madison busted into laughter. She couldn’t help it. “It’s like a seventies love shack.”
A slow smile stretched across his lips. “I think I’ve seen this room in old-school porn videos.”
She giggled as she followed him in. A quick peek in the bathroom revealed a tub the size of a pool, perfect for the frisky newlywed couple.
Looking over her shoulder, Chase shook his head. “You could fit five people in that thing.”
“That might get awkward.”
“Ah, true, but it’s definitely big enough for two.”
“I don’t know,” she said, turning away from the bathroom and strolling past him. Across from the bed were balcony doors that led to a deck and a Jacuzzi. “I never got the whole bathtub-sex thing.”
“Then you’ve been doing it wrong.” His breath was warm against her cheek, and dear God, wouldn’t he know?
Startled by how quietly he had crept up on her, she spun around and swallowed. Images of him wet, naked, and wrapped around her in that bathtub sent a wave of molten lava shooting through her veins and straight to her core.
Her knees went weak. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”
“Of course not,” he drawled. “You’ve just had the wrong partner.”
Madison wasn’t a prude, and just because no man had ever lived up to Chase in her eyes didn’t mean she hadn’t dated. And maybe he was right and she just had the wrong partners, because she couldn’t imagine not enjoying some bath time with him, but no way in hell would she ever admit as much to him.
Which meant it was time to change the subject and fast. But when she lifted her lashes and found him still staring at her beneath hooded eyes, her breath hitched in her throat.
Standing this close to him, inches away from a bed that would’ve made Austin Powers proud, was too much. The night in his club resurfaced in a rush of slippery emotions and tangled hopes that never really came to fruition.
She finally found her voice. “It…has nothing to do with my partners.”
Chase cocked his head to the side, his intense blue eyes narrowing. “Partners as in plural?”
Feigning indifference, she rolled her eyes when her heart was racing. “I’m twenty-five, not sixteen.”
“You don’t have to remind me of how old you are,” he all but growled.
“Then why do you seem shocked by the fact that I’ve had sex?”
He took a step forward, and she took one back. “With more than one person?”
Surely this wasn’t breaking news. “How many people have you had sex with? Five hundred?” she threw back. “Hell, how many in one month?”
A clear warning formed in those sapphire-gem eyes. “We’re not talking about me.”
“And we’re not talking about me.” One more step and her back hit the wall. There was nowhere to go. “So, let’s just stop…”
“Stop what?” He leaned in, his breath tantalizingly warm against her cheek, and he planted his large hands against the wall on either side of