Bedding the Best Man(10)

Like a magnet, my gaze was pulled to him. I stifled a moan. “Please put some clothes on. Who stands around naked?”

“People who just had sex.” Shaking his head, he went back into the room.

Picking up my skirt, I ignored his words and put it on.

“Better?” He was wearing jeans now.

My body ached with the memory of what was hidden behind the clothes. Not to mention my sex was tender from the loving he’d given me. Who would have ever suspected Travis was a sexual master? I shrugged, not wanting to incite thoughts about his body. That would only lead me back down into the ravine of ecstasy out of which I’d just climbed.

“Now, how is it that you got into my room? And what are you going on about it being a mistake?” He folded those sinewy arms over his chiseled chest.

I waved my hand, trying to show him I didn’t want to talk to him about this. I just wanted to forget it and get out. “The damn receptionist gave me the wrong key. The wrong key!” What are the chances?

Reaching into the back pocket of my skirt, I removed the key, his room key, and tossed it onto the little coffee table.

His gaze locked on the plastic card. “The wrong key?”

Shit, he would pick up on that instead of the fact this was a mistake. Why wasn’t Travis ranting and raving about me and him having sex? Wasn’t that the bigger issue he should be concerned with?

My shirt was over my face as I confirmed my statement. “Yes. She was supposed to give me Patrick’s key. I even pointed him out while you guys were standing outside the ballroom. How could she get this wrong?”

Finally into my shirt, I lowered the hem down my torso and froze as I took in the angry male before me. His arms were now lowered and his hands were balled at his side. Quickly, I ran all my words through my head, trying to pick out which combination had pissed him off. I’d never seen Travis mad, however, that was exactly what the tight features of his face depicted.

Keeping an eye on him, I squatted and scooped my sandals up. I could put them on later. I rose slowly. “I really should be going.”

“Don’t move.”

Oh, shit. I didn’t fear Travis would physically hurt me, but I was petrified that my spontaneous actions had opened up a can of worms I couldn’t seal back. I lifted my chin, refusing to cower. “I don’t think any more talking is necessary.”

“At this moment, Kamari, I don’t care what you think we need to do.”

Now, I was angry. I took a step toward him. “Look. I’m not going to stand here and—”

“And what? I’m really anxious to hear what you’re not going to do. Right after you’re finished telling me how you could let me fuck you in place of another man.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Like a fish out of water I was grasping for air, words…anything that could erase the last hour. No matter how my body was tingling in denial.

“This isn’t my fault.”

One of his eyebrows arched so high it disappeared beneath his sex tussled locks as they now fell over his forehead. “Try again.”

“I tried to stop it.”

A bark of laughter broke from his lips. “Really? At what point, love. When you had my cock in your mouth or when you were clawing up my back begging me not to stop?”

Restless and agitated, I rubbed a hand over my head and felt the wildness of my own hair. Whatever style it held when I entered the room had to be thoroughly demolished now.

“Well?”

“Give me a second.” I didn’t need a second I needed a friggin’ time machine.

“How about I make this easy for you? One simple question. Were you wishing it was Patrick inside you?”

Yes, I wanted to shout, hoping it would end this moment and conversation. I glanced away from those intense blue eyes. Those eyes that already knew too much about me.

I couldn’t push that one word past my lips. The lie. I had entered the room with seducing Patrick on my mind. I had plotted and planned for the night. However, in the back of my mind I had known it wasn’t the Casanova. Way before Travis had called out my name. I couldn’t pinpoint if it was his gentle touch, his caress, his kindness…everything about Travis was extremely different from the other man. Even in the darkness I had known, however, still pressed on. Why?

“It doesn’t matter.” Turning, I headed for the door. I needed to get away.

“What are you afraid of, Kamari?”

Halting in my tracks, I faced him again and aimed a finger at him. “Nothing,” I bit out. “Especially not someone who’s always underfoot and hanging around. Some smartass geek.”