Page 53 of Don't Burn Bridges
“Your hair looks ridiculous.”
“Good thing I'm pretty.”
She snorted. “Your confidence is exhausting.”
“You like it.” His grin widened when she rolled her eyes.
The teasing should have been silly. Instead, it left her grinning as she studied him. This was only the second time she'd woken up beside him, yet the thought of rolling away and starting the day held very little appeal.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed this much with someone she was dating. Every conversation seemed to wander into unexpected places, and somehow, he always left her feeling better than before. Even now, before either of them had gotten out of bed, amusement tugged at her again.
He studied her face.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing.” The sparkle in his eyes said otherwise.
Before she could press him, he reached for her and pulled her into a kiss. It started soft and familiar, carrying none of the urgency from the night before. It felt less like seduction and more like good morning. The thought made her smile against his mouth.
When they finally pulled apart, Seth rested his forehead against hers. “We should probably get up.”
Shylo groaned. “Ugh. Don't say things like that. Can’t we stay here all day?”
His laugh rumbled in his chest. “Pretty sure my boss expects me to show up today.”
“Your boss sounds unreasonable.”
“Only when it takes me away from time with you.”
Still smiling, he pressed one last kiss to her forehead before throwing back the covers and climbing out of bed, naked. She watched him cross the room toward the bathroom, making no effort whatsoever to hide the fact that she was staring at his ass... um... assets. Damn, the man had tight glutes.
He glanced over his shoulder and caught her almost drooling. “See something you like?”
“Maybe.” She let her gaze take a lazy stroke down his body and back up again.
His brows arched. “Maybe?”
She threw back the covers, stood, and strode toward him. “Don't let it go to your head.”
Glancing down at his morning wood, he pointed at it. “Too late.”
While his gaze dropped to her chest, she took advantage and tapped his erection with one finger as she passed him. “Such a cute head.”
“Cute? Whatta ya mean by that?”
“Just what I said—cute.”
He wrapped his hand around his thick cock. “This, here, is hot, sexy, and so fucking powerful that it had you screaming loud enough that your neighbor pounded on the wall last night.”
Color rushed into her cheeks at the reminder, and their banter followed them into the bathroom, where she pulled a spare toothbrush out of her toiletry bag for him. They took turns giving each other privacy to use the toilet, then minutes later, steam fogged the mirror and coated the room in moisture while water drummed against the shower floor. In between minty kisses, playful arguments, and getting each other off, they managed to get clean.
Eventually, time ran out—Seth had to get to the Triple-R.
He shut off the water and reached for a towel while she grabbed another. The small bathroom left little room to maneuver around each other as they dried off, bumping elbows more than once. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into the motel room while she secured one around her body and stayed behind long enough to run a comb through her wet hair.
By the time she emerged from the bathroom, Seth had already pulled on his jeans and was rubbing a towel through his damp hair. The air-conditioned room felt cool against her skin after the steam-filled bathroom. She crossed to her suitcase and searched for a clean T-shirt and a pair of shorts. The familiar routine of getting dressed should have felt awkward with him in the room. Instead, it felt surprisingly normal.
That thought gave her pause.
