Ensenada Escapade: Destination: Desire, Book 6 by Crystal Jordan Page A

sex of her life.
    Mind. Blown.
    She could tell herself she’d been exhausted last night and hadn’t been thinking straight when she’d decided to hop in the sack with Ben, but that wouldn’t be fair to either of them. She’d known exactly what she was doing, she’d enjoyed herself immensely, and they’d probably be at each other’s throats again within the next hour. That was the reality—sex changed nothing. Ben was still Ben.
    But she wasn’t looking to have a relationship with him, was she? She’d rarely had no-strings-attached sex, and only in college when she was still experimenting with what she preferred. She’d found she liked bedroom antics to have some emotion involved. With Ben, there were emotions, sure, but not usually the positive kind. So, this left her in entirely unfamiliar territory.
    She sat up and wrapped the sheet around herself, feeling the delicious aches that only came from really amazing nookie. On that score, she had no regrets. It would be a damn shame to regret something that good. As she’d suspected, Ben had absolutely delivered on every one of his promises.
    Checking the clock, she saw that it was almost 9AM. She’d expected to be on the road by now. Shit. Grabbing her phone, she sent a text to Hazel. Hey, are you guys up yet?
    Nora had coiled up her phone charger and stowed it by the time her cell buzzed to let her know she had a text. She checked the screen and saw her sister’s reply. We overslept. Damn! We’re packing up and heading downstairs to check out. Meet you in the lobby in 20 minutes?
    She didn’t even have time to reply when another message popped up. The guys are STARVING and insist on eating before we do anything else. So…meet in the hotel restaurant in 20?
    Nora snorted and tapped in a response. Are Tweedle Dumb and Dumber going to be whiny pains in the ass the whole way home?
    Another quick answer from Hazel. Yep.
    Nora sent back, Outstanding.
    Her phone vibrated and another message popped up. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE you for coming to rescue me?
    Shaking her head, Nora typed in, Love you too.
    Ben came out of the bathroom, dressed and ready for the day. “What’s up?”
    “I need to do a quick shower and change.” Nora tucked her phone in her purse and picked up her bag. “We have to meet everyone downstairs for breakfast in twenty—no, eighteen—minutes. We check out right after that.”
    “Sounds good.” He stepped out of her way. “It’s all yours.”
    “I’ll hurry.” Her skin tingled with awareness as she passed him, but there was no time to think about that now.
    * * * * *
    They sat at a tiny table in the equally tiny restaurant, and Nora’s right side was plastered against his left. Every little movement she made had her shoulder, arm, or leg slide against his. It was a sensual torment the likes of which Ben had never known before. His cock was rock hard, throbbing painfully, and he was intensely grateful for the cover the table provided.
    Every few minutes she tried to inch away from him, but there was nowhere for her to go unless she wanted to sit in Jeremy’s lap. Considering the annoyed looks she cast the grad student any time he opened his mouth and made a clueless statement, Ben was going to assume she hadn’t developed a sudden attraction for Tweedle Dumber.
    Her behavior this morning left him…uncertain how to proceed. Did she want to discuss what had happened or pretend her moment of madness was just that and forget about it? That wouldn’t work, of course, because they still had family connections, but…for once, he didn’t want to provoke or upset her. They’d finally connected, and he wanted to keep that good vibe going so badly it actually hurt. It wasn’t even just about the sex—which had been as spectacular as he’d always fantasized—it was about the sliver of an opportunity for more than the verbal sparring and mutual antagonism they shared.
    Maybe that was what he’d always sensed about her.