Page 86 of Last Night Was Fun

She turned to see him bathed in gold like some kind of Rembrandt painting come to life. The light spilling in left him positively glowing. His stubble had magically grown into a seductive, scruffy length that hadn’t existed only four hours before. And, no, his lips could not still have been that beautifully swollen from kissing.

Emmy’s phone slipped out of her hand.

“You donotlook like this when you first wake up,” she muttered. “Are you kidding me?”

He sleepily scratched his cheek where it had been smashed into the bed, not having heard her through his yawn, and then arched into a stretch that pulled and flexed all his muscles in a way that made Emmy think she could have another orgasm just looking at him. “What’s going on?” he lazily said, and rubbed a hand over his hopeless hair.

She was too stunned to speak.

“Emmy!” Piper shouted with another knock.

Gabe jerked in surprise. “Is that your sister?”

The question snapped Emmy back to reality. “Yes!” she blurted and threw herself from the bed. Their clothes from the wedding were scattered everywhere and still soggy. She ran around frantically grabbing and throwing them into a pile in the corner to hide the evidence. She didn’t even think about the fact she was doing it naked until she felt the heat of Gabe watching her.

He leaned back with the sheet tangled at his waist, propped up on his arms with a hungry smile. “Well, this is quite the show.”

She glared at him as she threw one of her shoes by the strap. It hit the wall with a thud and fell atop the heap of her dress and his pants and shirt. “You could help, you know.”

“I think I’d rather watch.” He clasped his hands behind his head and lay back against the pillows. “What’s the big deal anyway?”

Piper was still knocking.

“The big deal is I don’t really want Piper walking in onall this.” She waved her hands at the slightly more kempt but still trashed in a very telltale way room. Half the bedding hung to the floor, a bra dangled from a chairback, a dress shoe stuck out from under the bed, a man too attractive for his own good sat naked in rumpled sheets with his hair looking thoroughly woman-handled. “It’s very obvious what went on in here last night, and I don’t want to deal with my sister’s commentary right now, that’s all.”

He looked at her with a wicked little grin. “Then you probably shouldn’t answer the door naked.”

Emmy turned scarlet head to toe and ran for the closet to pull on one of the plush robes. “Can you please get dressed? Or, I don’t know, hide?”

Gabe laughed. “Hide? She booked the room for us; she knows we’re both in here.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Emmy said, and turned to snatch her bra to throw it into the pile of shame. “For all she knows, we got in a fight last night, and I made you walk the plank at the pier, and you got eaten by sharks— What are you doing?” She turned around to find him standing behind her, not a stitch of clothing on, with an erection big enough to make her knees wobble.

Her eyes moved to it like magnets. Memories of last night slammed into her. Her whole body quivered.

He hooked his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. The wicked smile had only grown. “I woke up like this,” he said as if she were accusing him of something. “But it certainly didn’t help to watch you run around panic cleaning naked. Either way, you get all the credit.” He took her hand and placed it on the smooth, hard, hot length of himself.

Emmy’s breath hitched in her throat. Every nerve twitched. She could have burst into flames and thanked him for it. “What are you doing to me right now?”

He only continued to smile. “Enjoying you.”

“Torturing me.”

“Enjoying torturing you.”

Her heart thumped hard. Finding her voice took great strength, but she saw the familiar challenge in his eye. The glittering flicker when he was getting off on messing with her. But it was a new kind of messing. In this novel territory where they’d touched each other everywhere and panted each other’s names into the dark, the old rules didn’t apply.

Emmy impishly smirked at him and tightened her grip. “Dangerous game to play with your life in my hands, Olson.”

He sucked a sharp breath between his teeth and slightly bounced up on his toes. “Aw, there’s more to me than just a dick, Jameson. I hope you realize that.”

She pulled him toward her then swung her hands around to squeeze another of her favorite body parts of his. “Yes, you’re also an ass, and I don’t mean this kind.”

He laughed and sank his lips to her neck. He kissed and sucked and nipped at her, sending her still-waking blood dizzily looping. She melted into him, the length of him rock-hard between them.

“Emmy! Open the goddamned door or I’m calling the front desk for a key!” Piper wailed and pounded again.

Emmy snapped back from Gabe and yanked herself into focus.