her breasts as the other hand shielded between her legs. As his smile grew devilish, she grew wet, and she knew it had absolutely nothing to do with the water pelting down on her skin. She shook her head but managed a weak smile. “Can you get us some coffee? I’m dying.”
He nodded, but didn’t leave before sticking his head in to give her another heart-wrenching, panty-melting kiss. “Coffee, please,” she whimpered, closing her eyes to better feign her hangover. He drew back with a wolfish smile before leaving.
As soon as she’d heard the click of the door outside, she’d hopped out of the shower and towel dried herself so quickly her clothes became wet from her damp skin. She raced around the room, scooping up her bridesmaid’s dress from the floor and toiletries from the bureau, dumping everything into her suitcase before zipping it up. The frenzied way she threw everything in went against every grain of her organized being, but time had been of the essence.
Escape was crucial.
Grace had only breathed a sigh of relief once she was securely settled in the back of a taxi with her check-out paperwork from the resort sticking out of the bag on the seat next to her. Since the newlyweds had left for their honeymoon the evening prior, she’d sent quick texts to Sam and Liz to let them know something had come up and she’d needed to leave.
After pretty much running out on him, Grace hadn’t been sure what she was looking for or how she expected Sean to respond, but as the days turned into weeks and he failed to call, text, or email, the tightness in her chest expanded uncomfortably.
But something inside her had shifted, something intrinsic to her very being. He’d made her feel like a woman. He’d loved and worshipped every single curve she’d spent years trying to hide. After battling a decade of insecurity about her body, she’d decided it was time for change.
Maybe she could find someone else that would appreciate her mind and body. Someone that could make her forget about Sean.
Three weeks later when Sophie had returned from her honeymoon, Grace sought her out for help. Sophie had quickly enlisted her friends who were more than thrilled. They forced her to spend hours poring over different magazines, bookmarking pages with outfits made to flatter her figure instead of that of a clothes hanger. Afterwards, they spent a week shopping, bringing her credit card to a balance previously unseen.
No one questioned her motivation even though they’d all been after her to re-vamp her wardrobe for years. Gone were the shapeless shirts and jeans in which she’d felt so comfortable. Her closet was now full of pretty A-line dresses, shirts that emphasized her cleavage and nipped in at her small waist, and pants and skirts that hugged her bottom in the most indecent way possible.
She sipped at the wine while she mused over what had felt like an incredibly long day. Leah’s words rang out crisp and clear in her mind and brought back memories of another gently asked question that haunted her every moment both awake and sleeping. There had been more than one night since their crazy sexual encounter that she’d woken up uncomfortably drenched in arousal.
She tipped the glass against her lips once more, enjoying the silky smooth liquid as it traveled down her throat, fighting the impulse to shiver. Fantasizing about Sean Holden was pointless. It was clear to even the most distant observer that his charm extended to anything in a skirt.
She closed her eyes and sighed and allowed the fatigue to finally take over. Sean, Nolan, Leah … she needed to steer clear of crazy people. The last thought that crossed her mind before she nodded off was that it was a good thing Lucas and Sophie were going away for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was going to be a good, long while before she laid eyes on her sexy nemesis.
Chapter Four
She was hot and sweaty, and if one more pair of hands tried to grope her,
He nodded, but didn’t leave before sticking his head in to give her another heart-wrenching, panty-melting kiss. “Coffee, please,” she whimpered, closing her eyes to better feign her hangover. He drew back with a wolfish smile before leaving.
As soon as she’d heard the click of the door outside, she’d hopped out of the shower and towel dried herself so quickly her clothes became wet from her damp skin. She raced around the room, scooping up her bridesmaid’s dress from the floor and toiletries from the bureau, dumping everything into her suitcase before zipping it up. The frenzied way she threw everything in went against every grain of her organized being, but time had been of the essence.
Escape was crucial.
Grace had only breathed a sigh of relief once she was securely settled in the back of a taxi with her check-out paperwork from the resort sticking out of the bag on the seat next to her. Since the newlyweds had left for their honeymoon the evening prior, she’d sent quick texts to Sam and Liz to let them know something had come up and she’d needed to leave.
After pretty much running out on him, Grace hadn’t been sure what she was looking for or how she expected Sean to respond, but as the days turned into weeks and he failed to call, text, or email, the tightness in her chest expanded uncomfortably.
But something inside her had shifted, something intrinsic to her very being. He’d made her feel like a woman. He’d loved and worshipped every single curve she’d spent years trying to hide. After battling a decade of insecurity about her body, she’d decided it was time for change.
Maybe she could find someone else that would appreciate her mind and body. Someone that could make her forget about Sean.
Three weeks later when Sophie had returned from her honeymoon, Grace sought her out for help. Sophie had quickly enlisted her friends who were more than thrilled. They forced her to spend hours poring over different magazines, bookmarking pages with outfits made to flatter her figure instead of that of a clothes hanger. Afterwards, they spent a week shopping, bringing her credit card to a balance previously unseen.
No one questioned her motivation even though they’d all been after her to re-vamp her wardrobe for years. Gone were the shapeless shirts and jeans in which she’d felt so comfortable. Her closet was now full of pretty A-line dresses, shirts that emphasized her cleavage and nipped in at her small waist, and pants and skirts that hugged her bottom in the most indecent way possible.
She sipped at the wine while she mused over what had felt like an incredibly long day. Leah’s words rang out crisp and clear in her mind and brought back memories of another gently asked question that haunted her every moment both awake and sleeping. There had been more than one night since their crazy sexual encounter that she’d woken up uncomfortably drenched in arousal.
She tipped the glass against her lips once more, enjoying the silky smooth liquid as it traveled down her throat, fighting the impulse to shiver. Fantasizing about Sean Holden was pointless. It was clear to even the most distant observer that his charm extended to anything in a skirt.
She closed her eyes and sighed and allowed the fatigue to finally take over. Sean, Nolan, Leah … she needed to steer clear of crazy people. The last thought that crossed her mind before she nodded off was that it was a good thing Lucas and Sophie were going away for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was going to be a good, long while before she laid eyes on her sexy nemesis.
Chapter Four
She was hot and sweaty, and if one more pair of hands tried to grope her,
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