Page 18 of Jilted
“Wow,” she said again.
Brett came up behind her. “Wow is right. The brochures didn’t do this place justice,” he said with a laugh.
With her hand propped on the railing, she turned to look at him. “You’re in a surprisingly good mood considering.”
“I’m trying not to think about it.”
“Right.” She nodded. “I don’t know about you, but between the time difference and the jet lag, I’m exhausted.” Amy yawned.
“Me too.”
Amy was in that glorious state of sleep where she was half awake and half dreaming. Consciousness was slowly returning to her, but she couldn’t be sure what was a dream and what was reality. So, when she felt an arm drape over her and pull her across the bed, she attributed it to a dream.
She sighed and snuggled closer to the hard, warm body behind her. The arm tightened around her, and she felt hot breath on her neck. And then she felt the unmistakable hardness of an erection pressed against her ass. Hmm… this was turning out to be one hell of a good dream.
The hand splayed against her stomach and pulled her tighter against the body. Lips brushed against her earlobe. A low “mmm” sounded behind her, and her eyes snapped open. Her heart raced and thundered so loud in her ears it was deafening.
That voice...that was...Oh, God! That was Brett’s voice.
Amy jumped out of bed and gasped. Sure enough, there he lay in just a pair of boxer shorts, his erection prominent. She forced herself to tear her gaze from him, but not before she got a good look at what he was packing. Holy hell! If she thought she wanted him before, it was worse now.
“Amy...I’m...God, I’m sorry, I didn’t...I was...shit,” he said.
“I know. It’s okay, you were probably thinking about Vanessa. You thought I was her. That’s all.” Amy’s hands shook.
She didn’t know if what she said was true, but she had to believe it. Otherwise, things were going to get super weird between her and Brett.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course. That’s all it was,” Brett said, nodding as he got out of bed.
Ouch! It hurt to know that while she’d been in his arms, he’d been thinking of another woman. Granted, she was the one who immediately jumped to that conclusion, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt. No matter what happened, Amy couldn’t stop hoping that someday, Brett would see her as a woman and not just his best friend.
Thankfully it was morning, and Amy didn’t have to get back in bed or try to fall back asleep – both of which would be impossible.
“I’m gonna go shower,” she said.
Brett watched as Amy walked into the bathroom. When she closed the door, he blew out a breath and rubbed his hands over his face. Holy shit, what the hell had just happened? Amy was right – he had been thinking about Vanessa, but he knew it wasn’t Vanessa he’d reached for.
Brett hadn’t expected Amy to respond like she had, which made what he did all the more awful. He was sad and lonely – and horny – and he needed someone to be close to. Amy was here. What he’d done just now, that wasn’t fair to her. He knew she hadn’t wanted to come here with him, but he’d guilted her into it.
Yet, he had to admit, he liked how she’d felt pressed against his body, the way she’d wiggled her ass into his erection, the sigh of pleasure that escaped her lips when he’d pulled her closer. But…did she know that it was him? Or was she dreaming of another man?
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Not more than twenty-four hours ago he was jilted at the altar. The very last thing he needed was to piss off Amy and have her turn her back on him. He honestly didn’t think she ever would, but he didn’t want to chance it by doing stupid shit like he just did.
Several moments later, Amy emerged from the bathroom dressed in a simple blue sundress and white sandals. She looked refreshed.
“I’ll take a quick shower, and then we can go get some breakfast,” Brett said as he passed Amy on the way to the bathroom.
He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Doing so would only lead to him saying something he probably shouldn’t say. Regardless, he knew he had to apologize. Again. And he would, over breakfast.
When he came out of the bathroom, Amy was no longer in the bedroom. He went downstairs and found her in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets and the refrigerator. He stood and watched her for a few seconds, wondering if bringing her here was a mistake.
In his mind, his intentions were crystal clear: he wanted her. At the very least, he wanted to explore the possibility of more than just friendship. It would be difficult to broach the topic with her, though, and he’d been wracking his brain non-stop since the wedding trying to figure out a way to bring it up. Somehow, saying, “I want to fuck you, Amy, and then I want to be your boyfriend” didn’t seem like a good idea.
“Finding anything good?” he asked.
“This place is fully stocked.” She smiled as she turned to face him. “So, what are you thinking for breakfast?”
