Not Happening Again (Navarro Triplets book 2) by A.M. Madden

Author:A.M. Madden [Madden, A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-01-23T18:30:00+00:00

I woke with a jolt, disoriented as to where I was or whose arm lay heavily across my naked body. Blinking to adjust to the dimness made slightly better by a slice of sunlight, it all hit me. Every delicious moment from the night before replayed in my memory.

Sure, there was an awkward stretch of time after we both came where we each didn’t know what to say to one another. He left me to get a warm wet washcloth to clean what his body left behind. But then the cocky Nate I knew well reappeared as he pulled me into his embrace, ordered me to get some rest so we could “fuck again,” and effectively killed the confusing romantic moment between us.

To be honest, I preferred that Nate over the one who’d been present a few seconds earlier. I could handle that version.

Because of the three back-to-back orgasms that I’d had, sleep came quickly for me. I wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep and didn’t want to think about him awake while I wasn’t. The way he looked so peaceful now made me smile. I stared, mesmerized as his chest rose with each breath, his ridiculously long lashes resting beneath his eyes, his perfect lips separated in a slight part.

Physically, he was so damn perfect. Sexually, beyond perfect. It satisfied me, knowing my body had the same effect on him as his had on mine. I took great pride in how he reacted every time we were together. He had no issues letting me know just what it was he wanted. And after last night, I believed I had turned a corner, no longer wanting to hold back in communicating what I wanted. Ask and I shall receive, and going forward I planned to.

Aside from all that, it was what lay beneath the manly perfection that remained an elusive mystery. The man didn’t believe in love, yet everything he did contradicted that. Either he was full of shit and hid it well, or he was a professional liar.

Who was I to talk?

As if sensing my stare, his eyes fluttered open before a slow smirk spread. “What are you looking at, Jersey?”

“You drool.” He didn’t, but lying was less embarrassing than admitting, you’re beautiful.

“Maybe because I was eating your pussy in my dream.” My gawk caused a grin… and bam… just like that I was horny for him again. “I can make that a reality, Jersey.” He glanced at the time displayed on a decorative wall clock. “It’s only eight,” he stated before shifting himself closer to nuzzle my neck. “And we have this room until eleven.” A rumbling in my stomach responded for me, and his grin widened. “Jesus.”

I merely shrugged. “I barely ate last night.” I’d like to play it off as the tough hunk of meat we’d been served, but nerves had played a huge part.

“Okay, let’s order room service. That way we don’t have to get dressed.”

“You do that while I jump into the shower.”

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