“Not so much,” Noah blurted.
“Huh?”
“Never mind. Just please get Sandy the hell out of there while I come up with a plan.”That doesn’t include messing up things with Hailey. “I’ll owe you big-time.”
Charlie scoffed. “Just add it to your tab, bro. But I’m warning you, that sucker’s getting hefty.”
Noah sat for a few moments, head in his hand, replaying the problem as he tried on and discarded various solutions. Nothing worked.
A soft rap came at the door. “Noah? I really need to use the potty. Is it okay if I go down—”
He whipped open the door. “No!” Running his gaze over delectable, thoroughly naked Hailey Bailey with her sex-tousled hair, marble-smooth skin, and pert nipples begging for his mouth had him sucking in air and immediately spewing, “Holy Jesus Christ, look at you!” She was fucking gorgeous, even first thing in the morning. His dick stood right the hell up and took notice.
She gave him an indulgent smile. “Aw, you’re sweet, but I really, really have to pee!”
He moved to get out of her way, but as they maneuvered in the tiny bathroom, his dick continually grazed her, as if it were a missile locked on to its target.
She brushed her fingers over his length. “Hold that tempting thought, you handsome hunk of man meat. I’ll be out in a minute, and you can have your way with me … again.” She giggled and closed the door, leaving him staring at it like a moron.
I don’t want to lose this.
“There could be manhandling involved,” he quipped.
“Oh God, I hope so,” she called back. “Shake me, shake me, barkeep.”
His cock throbbed and wept.
Turning away, he raked his fingers through his hair, reminding himself he had to deal with the fallout of his lapse in judgment before he could ravish Hailey again. His libido piped up: Did hereallyneed to solve his Sandy problem right now? Couldn’t he release said libido and return to the dilemma after? He’d probably think better after sex anyway. No, he’d likely only be capable of laying plans formoresex with Hailey. What the hell was wrong with him?
His mind, body, and soul were stuck on one track, that’s what was wrong.Wrongwasn’t the right word, but still, he had turned into an utter sap overnight. He’d never been in Mushy World before, but Christ, he had it bad for his surfer girl. Yes,his.
And this predicament made his issue even thornier because once Hailey knew about Sandy, there was a significant possibility the girl he was falling for would ride the waves right out of his life and his future.
“Must have coffee,” he muttered.
He got busy preparing it, and as he hit the brew button, arms snaked around his middle and soft, warm curves pressed against his back. “Miss me?” his surfer girl whispered.
Wheeling, he took in her sparkling, amused blues before pulling her against him.I will.
“So damn much,” he said on a sigh. He kissed the top of her head, searching among his scattered thoughts, which was nearly impossible with Hailey’s skin sliding against his and his logical brain missing in action.
“Coffee ready?” she murmured against his chest.
“Almost. Now don’t forget. We have a date tonight, babe.”
“Um, what?”
“Sorry. Do you mind that I call you ‘babe’?”
“You can call me anything you want. I was surprised by the date.” She parked her chin on his chest and looked up, a question mark on her face. “Didn’t you call it off?”
“Eh, I just wanted to see if you were paying attention.” He tried to keep it light, but his dilemma was overpowering the mood.
“I was paying attention.” The cute little pleats between her caramel-colored brows deepened, as though she could read his nagging thoughts. “You seem a little off. Trouble in paradise, barkeep?”
It’s paradise when you’re in it, his suddenly schmaltzy mind replied.Jesuuuus, what a wuss!Was this what Wyatt was like when he fell for Serena? He’d have to ask his cousin. Maybe.
“Chance is downstairs, and I need to let him upstairs. But that’s not what’s bothering me. We need to talk,” he croaked out before he could lose his nerve.
