Page 52 of You Betrayed Me (The Cahills 3)

The wet.

The need.

Pressure mounted, and just when he thought he could no longer hold back, she was atop him, riding low over his hips, but moving gently . . . so moist . . . so hot . . . moving faster and faster, with the rise

in his heartbeat and his breaths . . . Oh, God, oh, God, ooooh . . .

He bucked upward, straining.

A spasm jolted his body.

Then another and another.

He groaned with the release.

His hips dropped against the mattress.

Pain ripped through his rib cage.

What?

His eyes flew open as the woman slid off him.

No dream.

No hallucination from medication.

This woman was in bed with him.

The room was nearly dark, the barest light coming through the partially closed shades, and for a second, he was disoriented. He wasn’t home, he wasn’t in the hospital, but he was . . . oh, holy shit! He fumbled for the bedside lamp, found a switch, and the dark room was suddenly awash in warm light.

Sophia, naked, was now pressed warm next to him, her blond hair tousled, her eyes glittering with amusement. “Good morning,” she whispered and tried to pull the cover back over him.

“What’re you doing here?”

He blinked, trying to orient himself. Not home. Not the hospital. Oh, right. The inn.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Her smile was beguiling as she stretched her arms over her head and tossed her hair over one shoulder, exposing the back of her neck, where a few freckles usually hid behind her thick blond tresses.

“I mean . . .” He pushed himself away from her, putting distance between them on the bed. “Why are you here?”

“You invited me.”

That didn’t sound right. “When?”

“Last night. While you were at the front desk checking in . . . I was closing up the bar and looked into the lobby where you were standing with Bobby. You caught my eye and gave me the signal.”

“What signal?”

“The nod, which meant I was to come up, so I did.”

He didn’t remember that. Was she lying?

She arched a coy eyebrow. “Aren’t you glad?”

“Yes . . .” Was there any other answer?

Leaning on both elbows, she cocked her head, her hair falling over a naked shoulder to brush the top of one breast.

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