They headed back the way they’d come, through the dark, cedar-fragrant hallway, the pictures and equipment on the wall unnerving now instead of quaint. Halfway, Cooper stopped at the third door on the left, his body tense and still.
“What—”
He broke off her question with a finger to her lips, his eyes dark and unreadable.
She heard it then, the soft scuffle from the other side of the door.
Goose bumps rose on her body as she turned to face the door, and so did the hair on her neck. Was it the person who went with the scary face? Just the thought had her letting out an involuntary whimper, but Cooper was right behind her, a hand on her shoulder now as from the other side of the door came an unexpected sound—an extremely female moan. It didn’t sound sinister, it sounded—
“Oh, Patrick . . .” floated through the door in a sexy, familiar Latin accent.
Lariana.
“You like that, darlin’?” came an answering Scottish voice.
“Oh, my God, yes,” Lariana gasped.
“Then how about this?”
“Yes! Yes, that, too. There. There!”
Breanne stared at the wood as a banging came next. “That’s . . .”
“The headboard hitting the wall,” Cooper said in her ear.
“Oh.” She felt her face heat. “Right.”
This was followed by some indescribable, embarrassingly earthy moans and more cries, and then the sound of wet flesh slapping on wet flesh.#p#分页标题#e#
Patrick and Lariana were getting lucky.
On her honeymoon.
If that wasn’t just perfect, she didn’t know what was, and she took a step backwards, right into the hard wall of Cooper’s chest.
Just like that, the night changed. Or the darkness did, anyway, somehow becoming richer, deeper, encircling the two of them with an air of intimacy she hadn’t counted on as the heavy panting on the other side of the door continued.
“Sounds like fun,” Cooper whispered, stroking a finger over the back of her neck.
Now her goose bumps weren’t from fear, but something else entirely. She began to heat up, and apparently so did things behind the door.
“Come,” Patrick demanded of Lariana in a rough Scottish voice. “Come for me.”
Breanne liked sex—sometimes she even loved sex—but she’d never had a guy tell her what to do in bed, or demand an orgasm from her. It sounded pretentious, rough, and . . . embarrassingly arousing. Her nipples hardened, her belly quivered, and her thighs tightened. Annoyed at herself for the reaction, not to mention desperate to hide it from the man behind her, she tightened her grip on the sheet wrapped around her. She was done with men, damn it, done, done, done. She did not want one in her life, she did not want one in her bed, telling her what to do or otherwise.
“Come for me right now.”
Oh, jeez.
“Yes!” Lariana screamed the word into the night, the rhythmic banging turning even more frantic; along with it came Patrick’s low, serrated groan, and then . . . complete and utter silence.
Breanne whipped around to face Cooper.
His eyes burned as they held hers, and in a rare anomaly, she found herself speechless. Pushing past him, she fumbled her way down the hall and into the honeymoon suite. Stopping short, she stared at the large, lush bed and swallowed hard. Her body felt hot from the inside out, sort of achy and pulsing, and she didn’t get it.
What had happened to her fear?
“It got to you,” Cooper said softly, almost silkily, from right behind her.
She stepped away from him because she couldn’t think when he was that close. “That ridiculous exhibition? Please. I’ve heard better on any number of porn flicks.”
“It got to you,” he repeated, then smiled. “But let’s hear more about these porn flicks.”
“This isn’t funny.” She hugged the sheet tighter to her body.
Again he came up behind her, not touching her in any way, but she couldn’t miss that delicious body heat if she tried. Dipping his head low, he leaned in and inhaled her. “You smell so good,” he murmured.
She’d powdered and lotioned and primped good before the wedding, but if any of it had held to her skin through all the fear and panic and humiliation of her day, she’d be shocked. “I do not.”
“You’re not supposed to argue when someone gives you a compliment.”
“I’m not good with compliments.” She turned to face him. “Do you think she was okay? He sounded a little rough. And a lot demanding.”
Cooper’s eyes lit with humor. “I think she’s going to be just fine, yes.”
Still hugging herself, she nodded. “Right.”