She nodded and swallowed hard, not trusting her voice yet. She was no stranger to orgasms, but that was a whole new classification of pleasure.
“Want me to drop you off at your hotel now?”
She nodded. “Yes, please.” Then she hesitated. This might be the best or the worst idea ever, but she was going for it either way. “Would you like to, uh, stay the night?”
He looked down at her, his face lighting up with a wide grin. “And spend the night making love to you in a real bed?”
Dear God, he might kill me.
Anticipation and desire fluttered in her belly. For the love of God, they’d just finished having sex. She didn’t know what the hell he did to her, but it was something indescribable. Amazing. Addictive.
She nodded. “Pretty much.”
Grinning, he said, “Fuck yeah. Let’s go.”
Chapter Eight
The incessant ringing of her cell phone penetrated the heavy fog of sleep hanging over Kayla’s head, but she still resisted the pull to alertness. Her pounding head and cotton ball mouth didn’t promise a pleasant morning, and she wanted to avoid the harsh realities of her hangover for as long as she could. Squeezing her eyes shut, she snuggled deeper into the warmth curled around her back, holding her tightly…
Wait. Holding her?
Her eyes flew open, and she blinked at the strange hotel room. The sunlight was excruciatingly bright to her sensitive eyes, and her head felt as if she had beaten it against a wall repeatedly. She stretched, then froze, when she saw the hairy, muscular arm thrown over her stomach. Who did the arm belong to?
Oh God.
Cooper.
With harsh reality, all of the events leading up to last night when he’d agreed to go to her hotel—after having sex with him in the back of his rented Escalade—came crashing back. Had she done all that?
Judging from the fine-ass naked man in bed next to her…she’d have to go with a yes to that question. And she didn’t regret a second of it, either. He’d been incredible and kind and mind-blowing in the sack. What was there to regret?
Nothing.
But in the light of day, it was still a bit…shocking. And she needed to plan an exit strategy.
Chatting it up with the guy she screwed in the parking lot didn’t seem appealing.
It was time to slink away and smile through days of wedding planning and fights, knowing she’d gotten hers before slipping into the role of the big sister.
When her iPhone rang again, Kayla stiffened and carefully lifted Cooper’s arm from her waist. The tattoos on his chest flexed and rippled, drawing her eye. Wait. Tattoos? How had she missed them before? They were hot. Inch by inch, she slid off the mattress and tiptoed across the room. Maybe she could answer it, call a cab, and make her escape before he woke up and caught her.
As she rounded the bottom of the bed, her steps feather light and excruciatingly slow, Cooper rolled over in bed without opening his eyes and grabbed her phone…which was right next to his on the nightstand. “It’s yours.”
She froze. “Uh, yeah. Thanks.” She reached out and snatched her phone from his fingers, making sure not to touch him. She didn’t want to start something new with him this morning—something that led to talking and getting to know each other more intimately.
They’d already been plenty intimate.
“Hello?”
“Where are you? It’s ten o’clock!” Her mother’s voice boomed through the speaker and she momentarily pulled the phone away from her ear.
“Uh…at the hotel.” She looked at Cooper’s bare back. No tattoos there, but a hell of a lot of muscles that made her mouth water. Hot damn. He hadn’t moved. Had he fallen back asleep? “I’m still in bed. My flight was late, and I slept in.”
“That’s very unlike you.”
Kayla sighed. It wasn’t. But it was unlike the “perfect daughter” she tried to be in front of them. She was so independent when she wasn’t dealing with her family, but something about interacting with them tore her up. As pathetic as it sounded, it was just easier not to put up too much of a fuss with them. Then they all could happily part ways and she could return to her life in Maine until the next family visit. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll wash up and then I’ll call you when I’m ready to be picked—”
“I can give you a ride.” Cooper lifted his head and blinked at her. “They don’t need to come out. I don’t mind—”
Kayla held a finger over her mouth and gave him a hard look, so he cut off mid-sentence. She pointed to the phone, then held her breath and prayed her mom hadn’t heard him. He’d spoken quietly. Really, really quietly.