Page 44 of Just My Luck

Embarrassment flooded through me. Had a tiny part of me hoped he wasn’t fakingeverythingdown by the fire and we might come back to the room to make a few more bad decisions?

Of course I did.

Flustered, I swiped a loose strand of hair away from my face. “Don’t be ridiculous. The bed is huge. We’ll just take opposite sides. It’s fine.”

Fully ready to argue, I was shocked when he simply said, “Okay.”

“Oh. Okay.” I looked around. “I’ll change in the bathroom.”

I scurried away, too embarrassed to even look at him as I dragged my duffel bag into the en suite bathroom with me.

Once behind a locked door, I braced myself against the sink and looked into the mirror.

What the fuck?I mouthed to myself.

I pressed my hands into my eyes and sighed.Get your shit together.I pointed at myself in the mirror to drive home the point that this was entirely ridiculous.

I slipped on my pajamas and quickly brushed my teeth and hair. I surveyed the simple floral shorts and matching pajama top. It wasn’t overly sexy, but the shorts cut high on my thighs and made me feel feminine and pretty.

Sleep on the floor, my ass.

When I reentered the room, the lighting was dim, and I could just make out Abel’s hulking frame beneath the sheets. Lightdanced on the cave-like walls, wrapping us in a cozy cocoon of soft, glowing light.

“I feel like Jane would cartwheel over to the bed or something,” I joked.

His soft chuckle filled the darkened room. “You can try.”

I smiled and pulled back the covers. The bed was large, but so was he. Abel’s bare chest and black boxer briefs flashed into view.

“Oh.” I quickly replaced the covers in panic.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yep.” I nodded and gulped.

I am definitely not okay.

Sliding into bed beside Abel, I lay on my back with wide eyes and a pounding heart, and I stared at the cave painting that decorated the ceiling. I didn’t need to think about the fact that Abel had a body likethatand he was inches away from me in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs.

I listened to the rhythmic inhale and exhale of his breathing, painfully aware of the proximity of his body to mine. I lay there, wondering about my complicated, brooding husband. Every time I thought I understood him, he revealed another complicated layer.

I sighed as I stared up. “Hell of a honeymoon.”

He exhaled a tiny laugh through his nose. “Good night, wife.”

I smiled in the darkness. “Good night, husband.”

There were worse things in the world than lying beside the hottest man on the planet, knowing he was completely off limits.

Trouble was, I couldn’t seem to think of a single one.

SEVENTEEN

ABEL

I could smellher perfume before I even opened my eyes. Hints of warm spice and subtle sweetness flooded my system and sent a throb of heat straight to my cock. Slowly waking to her scent was like being buried under a pile of blankets on a frigid winter’s day and never wanting to leave.

I hiked my knees up, curling my body possessively around her and tucking my arm against her belly. My body tingled as her ass pressed against the thick shaft of my morning wood.

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