Light Up the Night_A Cottonbloom Novel by Laura Trentham

Author:Laura Trentham [Trentham, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Small Town Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Laura Trentham
Published: 2017-03-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Sadie came awake the instant she recognized the warm hairy object her foot was lodged against was a man’s leg. Not just any man’s leg. It was Thaddeus Preston’s leg. His hairy, heavily muscled leg.

She considered herself liberated and all that. She’d studied the human mind and what motivated people. She had a right to sexual agency and pleasure. Yet none of that empowered, forward thinking could combat the adolescent lectures from her mother about girls who “gave it up” to a man so easily.

She had known Thaddeus Preston less than forty-eight hours. She may have been slightly buzzed from the beers, but she’d been drunk on something else. Someone else. Thad and the way he looked at her. Like there was no one else in the crowded bar. Like he would protect her from any and all comers.

Her plan after getting him inside her house had been to get to second base, maybe halfway to third before the coach—her brain—waved him off, but once he’d confessed he hadn’t been with a woman in years… Well, what woman could resist? Not her, that’s for sure.

What if that was his thing? His way of luring women into bed? Maybe there was a dedicated pew at Cottonbloom Church of Christ for the women who’d fallen for his confession. This was why she needed to go to church. She checked the clock. Early service was already in progress.

Nerves and embarrassment were an explosive combination in her body. He’d sure as hell known what he was doing last night. No hesitation. No fumbling around. He’d even lasted long enough for her to orgasm—twice.

Although she hadn’t made things difficult. In fact, if Guinness officials had been present, she might qualify for a world record in fastest orgasm. Even that was embarrassing. She was the one acting like a born-again virgin.

Hiding under the covers was not an option considering the man who’d rocked her world was softly snoring in her bed under said covers. Sunlight illuminated his body. He was on his back, one arm thrown over his head—the definition of man-spreading over three-quarters of her bed.

The sheet was riding halfway down his chest. The contrast between his tanned skin and dark chest hair with the white sheet was sexy as hell. As was his messy hair and the stubble along his jaw. Her body tingled. God, she wanted him again.

The arousal-embarrassment-shame marinade she was wallowing in made her uncomfortably hot. The heat radiating off his big body added a few more degrees. She made a move to slip out of bed, but when she shifted her hips toward the edge, his eyes opened and she froze. He blinked at the ceiling a few times before turning his head toward her.

“Morning.” Her fake chipper voice was accompanied by a pasted-on smile. “I thought I’d go make us some coffee.”

“What time is it?” He sat up and rubbed a big hand over his stubbled jaw. She followed its movement, her temperature edging up even more remembering the wicked, wonderful things that hand had done last night.

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