Page 54 of Tangled Vows

“You sure did,” I assured her, grinning like I’d just won the Nobel Prize.

“I’ve never,” she said, then buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God.” In a flash, she yanked the top sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her as she stood and headed toward the bathroom.

“Shayla,” I called worriedly after her. This wasnothow I expected things to go after I’d made her come. I went to the door, but paused when I heard the shower come on. What the hell was happening? I needed more. I wanted to keep going, to finally consummate this marriage and make her mine for real.

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SHAYLA

Ifell against the door, the cool wood panels biting into my overheated flesh as my pulse thundered in my chest. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it might beat straight through my ribs. My fake husband, the man I vowed never to have sex with, just made me come so hard, I saw stars. What happened in there … I’d never done that before. Hell, I was convinced it was just a myth.

Until about two minutes ago.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I never meant for our relationship to turn physical. I didn’t even think he wanted me like that.

Unwilling to entertain those thoughts, I went to the shower and turned on the water. Dropping the sheet I was wrapped in, I stepped into the spray. I closed my eyes and let the warm water wash over me. I needed a few minutes to gather my thoughts and work through what had just happened, but all I got was about thirty seconds.

A cool gust of air whispered across my skin as the glass shower door slidopen behind me. Tentatively, I peered over my shoulder and found Easton standing there, his eyes smolderingas they raked over my naked form. He was naked too. I let my gaze flick down his body before meeting his eye again. He was big. And very,veryaroused. I swallowed thickly as he took another step toward me.

“I wasn’t done with you,” he said, the deep timbre of his voice sending a bolt of arousal straight between my legs.

“I-I,” I stammered, unable to form coherent words. He had me twisted in knots. Not only had he caught me masturbating in his bed, but I’d also made an absolute mess of his fancy Egyptian cotton sheets.

I glanced away, embarrassed and unable to meet his eye. His finger

hooked under my chin, and he tilted my face up to his. Sensing my unease, his eyes softened before he spoke.

“Don’t hide from me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I … that’s never happened before.”

“Really?” he asked, a brow quirked in intrigue.

“Really,” I confirmed. A self-satisfied grin spread across his face as his hand cupped the back of my neck.

“I love that I’m the only one who’s ever made you do that.” He closed the distance between us, and his erection pressed against my belly. “I want to make you do it again.”

“You do?”

“Hell yeah, I do.” My head spun as confusion and doubt gripped me. My thoughts were so muddled as I tried to reconcile the Easton who’d kicked me out of his hotel room with the Easton who’d just made me squirt for the first time.

Why did he suddenly seem so eager to have me naked when he practically ran for the hills the first time he saw me without a shirt on? Why did he now look at me like a hungry lion ready to devour its first meal after weeks of starvation? I was mortified when he walked in on me pleasuring myself, but he’d beendownright enthralled by the sight. I was so stunned, I didn’t have the presence of mind to resist him when he took over, plunging my favorite toy in and out of me until he decided he could do a better job with his fingers. And oh how right he was.

I couldn’t help but wonder if I was merely a challenge for him, something for him to conquer, or if it was something more. Did he actuallydesireme? Or was he simply making the most of our situation?

Pinching my eyes closed, I shook away those thoughts. This was all happening so fast, and I couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

“I’m confused,” I admitted, backing away from him. His hand fell away, and I took the opportunity to cross my arms over my chest, attempting to cover myself. “I didn’t think you were?—”

The sound of frantic knocking startled me, and I jumped back, the words dying on my tongue. Three quick raps against the bathroom door followed by Max’s excited voice.

“Uncle E, are you in there?” Easton’s head fell back on a groan, and he scrubbed a hand over his face.

“Yeah, buddy. I’ll be out in a minute,” he called out. His expression was tight with frustration, but his voice remained even. He seemed to have an infinite amount of patience with his nephew. He never got upset or raised his voice. He always listened intently to what Max had to say as though it was the most important conversation he’d ever had. Even when Max got upset, Easton always stayed calm and helped Max work through his emotions.

Warmth suffused me at the way he interacted with the kid. It was as surprising as it was heartwarming to watch.

“I need to show you something!” Max replied excitedly.

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