“Come for me,” he heaves out between thrusts. The intensity in his stare is enough to make my orgasm implode.
Waves of bliss flow through me. My muscles contract around him, drawing a strangled groan from his lips.
His breath ghosts over my skin when he buries his face in my neck again. His movements are honey dripping down the side of the jar, slow and languid.
We cling to each other as the remaining tremors from our orgasms pulse through us. Through my hazy state, I’m vaguely aware of him kissing my sweaty skin.
He discards the condom in the bin beside the bed and lies down beside me, pulling me into his chest. A warm blanket settles over us.
The leather and amber scent, which I’m gathering is all him, is the last thing I’m aware of before I doze off in his arms.
I squint, trying to remember where I am. My eyes spring open, all of it rushing back to me. Forest-green eyes. Strong arms that held me while I slept.
My head swivels from side to side, but the bed is empty. Climbing out of bed, I peek around the hotel room. He isn’t here. My eyes dart to the door, hoping to find his bag still sprawled out on the floor.
It isn’t.
I can’t explain the way my stomach sinks. I knew last night was a one-time thing, a chance to live a little in the midst of everyday normality.
Still, the hollowness inside me aches. It was one night, but it felt like so much more. Well, for me it did.
I guess it wasn’t the same for him.
CHAPTER ONE
Sienna
SEPTEMBER
“It really isunfair that you have three dates while I have none,” I tell my best friend with an eye roll as I smooth out any wrinkles I see on my emerald green gown.
I love that Hadley has found three men who love the crap out of her, but seeing them so happy together can sure make a ridiculously single woman feel lonely sometimes.
“I could loan you one of them for the night,” she says, double-checking her own gown in the mirror hanging on the wall in her childhood bedroom.
“And have them pining over you all night while being forced to be at my side? Nah. I’m good,” I say, laughing as I follow her down the stairs.
I can hear her mom’s laugh from the living room, followed by a deeper voice that makes my spine instantly straighten.
I have had the same reaction to him for the past two years. Hearing him say anything immediately makes me think of the dirty things he whispered in my ear while our bodies were tangled together.
Rounding the corner, I come face to face with Grayson Jones. My best friend’s older brother. My one-night stand from Nashville.
Not that I knew that was who he was back then. I didn’t grow up in Aspen Springs, Colorado like Grayson and Hadley did. But my grandma lives next door to their mom, so I saw them anytime I came to visit her.
To say I didn’t have a crush on Grayson while I was growing up would be a lie.
He’s eight years older than me, so after he left for the fire academy, we didn’t see each other for a long time. Sue me for not recognizing him.
He went from being the cute guy who helped me when I fell off my bike a few times to the rugged man who I couldn’t take my eyes off of in a hotel bar.
I’m not the only one to blame. He didn’t recognize me, either. I still don’t know whether to see that as a good or bad thing.
Hadley is saying something, but I honestly can’t tell what it is. My full attention is locked on her brother. My mind flashes back to a day almost two years ago.
Putting my car into park, I wipe the sweat off my brow.I’m so tired.It took me longer than I thought to haul all my stuff up to my new second-floor apartment.
Now that I’m officially moved in, all I want to do is eat a home-cooked meal with my grandma. Then I can pass out on my mattress, which is still lying in the middle of my living room floor. Getting all the furniture into the correct spots will be a problem for a more rested me tomorrow.
