Straddling the Line by Sarah M. Anderson

Author:Sarah M. Anderson [Anderson, Sarah M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, fullybook
ISBN: 9780373732456
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Eight

Ben pulled an extra set of towels out of the cabinet and sat them out the counter. Women liked fresh towels, he’d learned. And…yes, a forgotten robe hung on the back of the door. He used it only in the winter, when the drafts created an indoor wind chill. He didn’t want her to put her clothes back on, because that meant she’d want to leave, and he wasn’t ready to let her go yet. That alone was weird. He hadn’t brought a woman back here in a while, and it had been even longer since he’d been with one who looked half as good after as she did before.

The way her body had taken him in was something, but it had taken every bit of his willpower to go slow enough. One thing was clear—she really didn’t screw guys she didn’t know.

He made sure the toilet was flushed and no huge globs of toothpaste disgraced the sink before he headed out. Josey was wrapped in the sheet, the perfect combination of sensual and innocent. Her cheeks reddened as her gaze surveyed his territory again. Perfect, he thought. No way was he taking her home tonight. He had to know what she looked like when she woke up in the morning.

“Can I get you anything?” She sat up a little straighter in the bed, taking the sheet with her. “There’s towels and a robe in the bathroom,” he added, hoping that made it clear that she wasn’t going anywhere else tonight.

“Water?” Her voice was a little scratchy, but that didn’t stop her eyes from taking a few more laps around his body.

Ben fought the urge to flex, just to see what she’d do.

“One water, coming right up.” He turned to head to the kitchen. Behind him, he heard the rustle of sheets. Modesty—in small doses—was attractive in a woman. Did she really want the water, or was she just creating some cover?

Didn’t matter, he thought as he opened the bottle of San Pellegrino and poured it into two glasses. He headed back to the bedroom, where he remade the bed while he waited. Minutes passed. What was she doing in there? He glanced back down the aisle—all her clothes were still there. Okay. At least she wasn’t intent on bailing.

“Ben? Do you have a comb?”

Ben couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Who brushed their hair before they went to bed? Women, that’s who. “Top drawer, left side.”

“Thanks.”

She had a lot of hair—this was probably going to take a while. Ben climbed into bed to wait. Man, he was exhausted. The clock said 11:56 p.m.—just about his regular bedtime, but he usually laid awake in bed for a while until his brain managed to shut the hell up. Right now, he couldn’t even keep his eyes open. Unusually energetic sex could do that to a man.

On the other side of his eyelids, the lights went out. He managed to look up to see Josey—in his robe—taking a long drink from her glass.

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