Closer by Elizabeth Mary

Author:Elizabeth, Mary [Elizabeth, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Closer #1
Publisher: Mary Elizabeth
Published: 2016-12-06T05:00:00+00:00

Now

“Do it again.” Teller buries his face between my neck and shoulder, kissing the sensitive skin right below my pulse. “Your landing will be softer this time, and I won’t laugh when you fall.”

With a towel in my wet hair and my skin just-washed soft, I’m wrapped in the silkiest robe ever made, licking my wounds and my pride. I drank too much yesterday, and my knee hurts from the dance-gone-wrong, so I took a shower and climbed back into bed with my favorite troublemaker, because I’m not getting up until he does.

“Come on, baby,” Teller whispers with an undertone of laughter. He slips his hand under my robe and sweeps it across my bare stomach. “It’ll be so much sexier in here.”

I unsuccessfully push his arm away, wondering what it would be like if he went a little lower, a little slower. “Not a chance, Reddy.”

Cradled in the softest bedspread money can buy, on a mattress big enough to fit ten people, Teller smells like yesterday’s vodka, and I don’t remember much after I fell off the table. The pounding in my head and the knot in my stomach guarantee it was a good time.

“I had to carry you back to the room over my shoulder,” Teller replies when I ask him to fill in the hazy spots. He’s shirtless, covered from the waist down with blankets. Ab muscles contract with every word he utters, and the artwork across his chest and stomach glows, backdropped by white sheets. “Our cocktail waitress came to take away the empty bottles and you threw a tray of limes at her. And missed, which is why we didn’t get kicked out.”

“My mom was a thrower,” I say matter-of-factly, unsurprised by my choice of violence. “There are worse qualities I could have inherited from her.”

“Amanda,” Teller emphasizes her name. His smirk is easy, and his eyelids are swollen from sleep and bottle green brilliant. “Wasn’t mad. She said it happens all the time.”

The memories I do have of her scoping out my man resurrect an irritation I can only imagine was ten times worse after a day of drinking. We had more than enough limes, but that didn’t stop her from moseying in every thirty minutes to cut more. She smelled like coconuts and chewed pink gum with her mouth open, smiling with it jammed between her back teeth.

“She was doing her job, babe.” Teller laughs, tucking his hands under his head.

“I don’t think her job description includes hitting on customers,” I answer, wishing I had thrown a fist instead of citrus.

“I guarantee it does.” He turns his head, hitting me with the full force of his crooked grin. “Those girls get paid to flirt. They survive off their tips.”

“Whatever,” I say, sitting up. The towel falls from my head, and locks of wet hair tumble down my back. Lavender and mint-scented drops of water soak through my robe. “We had enough limes.”

Teller towers behind me, pushing the silk from my shoulder and pressing his lips to my sun-kissed skin.

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