A Copper Ridge Christmas by Maisey Yates

Author:Maisey Yates
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2015-09-04T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

HE’D ALWAYS KNOWN that kissing Holly Fulton wouldn’t lead anywhere good. He’d been right. He should have listened to that instinct.

Granted, his instinct had not informed him that kissing her would end with him wearing a purple condom and taking her virginity, but he’d known it would be a bad idea.

His knees hurt. He realized that was because he was still braced on the hard floor of her hallway, still inside her and reeling from the explosive climax they’d just shared. As a reintroduction into sex went, it had been mind-blowing. As far as decent human behavior went, it was a new low.

He moved away from her, rubbing his hands over his face. “Just a second,” he said, pushing into a standing position and walking down the hall, calling on all of his self-control to keep from looking back at her naked body as he made his way to the bathroom. He took care of the condom, then went to stand in front of the sink, running water over his face as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Bad idea. He was singularly unimpressed with the guy he saw standing there, looking a lot more satisfied and smug than he had a right to.

Had she really been a virgin? Or was he just hallucinating? She’d said it had been a while. Maybe that’s why it felt different. Maybe it was him. Maybe he was imagining all of it. Maybe he was hallucinating all of this and he’d never kissed her back when she’d leaned in. Had never touched her or told her to take her clothes off.

Maybe he was still standing there waiting to make a move. Damage not done.

He looked back up and saw his all-too-real reflection. If he’d felt any humor around the situation, he might have laughed. Since they had just been discussing emotional honesty and all manner of other bullshit. And here he was taking solace in very clear denial.

He turned and started to walk out of the room, then stopped. He was still naked, and even though they’d just had sex, it felt wrong. She was still Holly. And he was still Ryan. He wasn’t sure walking out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his skin was entirely appropriate.

He reached out and grabbed hold of the fluffy pink towel that was hanging on the towel rack. Purple condom, pink towel. Clearly, the universe was intent on him paying his penance for the pleasure he just received. He wrapped it tightly around his waist, then walked out into the hall, where Holly was standing, still naked. She was looking at him with large, dewy eyes. Shame crawled over his skin like an army of ants.

He was wrong. Maybe he’d always been wrong. It was easy to forget when he was alone. Easy to forget when he was out on the ocean, down in his boat. When he had the reassurance of Margie and Dan that he wasn’t broken in any way.

But sometimes the feeling was impossible to shake.

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