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“What are you doing here?” I couldn’t hide the tremble in my voice as the butterflies erupted in my stomach.
He pulled back so that he could look me in the eye. “I needed to see you.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep the smile from spreading across my face. “So, you flew to Vegas?” Crazy man.
“Yes.”
“You were here when I texted you earlier?”
His mouth tilted in up a half smile. His dimple threatening to break free. “Yes.”
My brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted to surprise you. I figured if you knew, you’d be on the first flight out.”
I wrinkled my nose, wanting to deny it. “Even after I said I wanted to talk?” He popped a brow playfully, because he knew me. “Okay, so I might have been.”
“It was better to catch you off guard.” He squeezed my waist again, pulling my hips into his so we were connected waist to toe.
“Do you want to go talk?” I asked, looking toward the exit. If he came all this way, we needed to air out a few things. He shook his head slowly and bit his lower lip. Heat flared in his eyes as his gaze traveled over my body like a physical touch. I had never seen Asher look at me with that much want. I wasn’t sure what to do with it. “No?”
“No. We can talk tomorrow. Tonight, I want to take your hot little body out on that dance floor.”
CHAPTER NINE
ASHER
I groanedfrom the jackhammer drilling my head. I cracked one eye open and snapped it shut quickly. Too fucking bright.What time is it?Rolling to my back, I stretched my arms above my head. Everything ached and my stomach pinched.
Fuck.How much did I have to drink? I didn’t even remember coming back to the room last night.
Did I swallow sand? My mouth was so dry, I was going to need to drink a gallon of water.
After swiping some hair out of my face, I dropped my arm which connected with bare skin. I froze.Fuck.Sitting up slowly, to keep from throwing up, I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. Glancing over, my heart stopped beating. Haley laid on her stomach. Naked from the waist up. Every inch of her smooth back exposed. The sheet stopped right above her ass keeping me from seeing any more. I wanted to reach over push it down. To run my hands over every exposed inch, followed by my lips.
My cock hardened as I continued to stare.Fuck, please tell me we didn’t have sex last night.Not that I didn’t want to bury myself in Haley. I just wanted to fucking remember it.
“How much did we have to drink last night?” Haley croaked, her voice raspy and I froze. Squeezed my eyes shut, I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself racing nerves. I imagined waking up to her voice every day.
Lifting a hand, she grumbled as she rubbed her forehead. “How much do you remember?” I asked tentatively, because I didn’t remember shit after the second cranberry and vodka.
“Um. I remember dancing and having another drink.” She sat up and tossed her leg over the edge of the bed, facing away from me. Her tangled blond hair hung over her shoulder. “But after that? Nothing.” She stretched her arms above her head and my mouth watered seeing her exposed curves. The way her waist cinched in before her hips flared out. Fuck. I wanted to worship every inch of her.
Gently, I brushed the tips of my fingers along her spine, stopping her from turning around. As much as I wanted to see if her tits were as perky as I imagined them to be, I was almost positive she wasn’t ready for that step. Haley liked to joke about sex, but she was pretty conservative. My fingers burned from the contact. She melted into my touch a little before stiffening. “Why am I naked?” She pulled the sheet up to her chest as she looked over her shoulder at me.
She looked like a damn Goddess. The light from the open curtain flooding in behind her blond hair like a halo.
Her long hair looked like it my fingers had run through it repeatedly. Like sex hair, but maybe just bedhead. A line from the pillow ran down the side of her face, but she still looked like the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.
My eyes devoured every available inch of skin. Unable to help myself, I continued tracing her back until I reached the edge of her red lacy underwear. Goosebumps followed in my wake.
“You’re not fully naked. You still have on your underwear.” I laid back down, my head pounding.
“Do you have yours on?” She eyeing my naked chest hungerly. I smirked and moved the blanket, exposing my black boxer briefs. At least I had the decency to keep it covered, though there was no hiding the way she affected me. My dick was already half hard just from looking at her.
I sighed thankfully. “Well, at least we didn’t sleep together.”
Hurt flashed in her eyes before she glanced away. She stood, wrapping her body in the sheet, hiding the perfection from my view. “Yeah. That would’ve been awful.” Her voice cracked and blood rushed to her cheeks.