Read Online After Dark by M. Pierce - Free Book Online

with a ruby undertone—waited for us at the curb. Matt signed some paperwork, tipped the delivery driver, and asked if I was hungry … for the third time.
    “No,” I said. “I promise.”
    He adjusted his seat while I gazed at the car’s interior. LEDs cast lines of soft purple light on leather upholstery. Thick, perfect stitching followed the car’s sexy curves. Yes, this car was the definition of sexy. No wonder Matt had rented it.
    “I’ve been thinking of getting one of these,” he said. I jumped. He was staring at me, his dark eyes narrowed. “Do you like it?”
    “Oh, uh, yeah. For sure. It’s…” My eyes swept the palatial cabin. “Nice.”
    “‘Nice’?” His mouth twitched.
    “Er, supernice. Beautiful. It smells great.” I shoved my nose against the leather. Matt laughed and touched my cheek.
    “Wine puts such a pretty glow on your face.”
    That glow brightened, I’m sure.
    The Mercedes glided like a yacht into the night. I remember Matt’s hand adjusting the rearview mirror. I remember admiring his hand, his wrist and the creamy cuff of his sleeve, and then sliding awake at the sound of his voice.
    “Baby bird,” he said. “We’re at the hotel.”
    I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. Ugh, all that wine on the plane …
    “Sorry…”
    “Don’t be sorry. Let me carry you in.”
    I wanted to put up a fight, but Matt’s arms felt so good, so secure, and he smelled like soap and clean leather. I laid my head against his chest and watched the world through barely open eyes. I saw light splashed on white stone, a great glass conservatory that looked like a greenhouse, and inside, warm wood paneling and ornate area rugs.
    The elevator tolled. We rode up and Matt carried me to our room. His strides were smooth. How long had it been since someone had taken care of me like this? I felt like a child—in the best possible way.
    And this was the man who wanted to marry me, to care for me for the rest of his life.
    The man I wanted to take care of for the rest of my life.
    He laid me on the bed and drew a thin quilt over me, and then he settled behind me, fully clothed. His chest to my back. His groin against my bottom. One long leg draped over mine and a hand cupping my breast.
    “I love you, Hannah.” His words whispered through my hair. “I love you so much … I love you…”
    *   *   *
    I woke with a headache.
    The sheets were cool, the AC thrumming.
    No Matt.
    Two Tylenol and a glass of water stood on the bedside table. I smiled and swallowed the pills. Sweet night owl.
    Again, a giddy surge of delight bubbled in my chest. Matt … taking care of me. Who knew he could be so tender?
    I tiptoed to the doorway and peered into the sitting area.
    He sat in a deep red armchair, leaning over his lap and scribbling in a notebook. A look of consternation crossed his face. He tousled his hair, hesitated, and continued writing. And fuck, he looked hot in nothing but low lounge pants.
    I savored the vision of sunlight in his golden hair and on his toned, bare torso.
    Until he saw me.
    His eyes flickered to mine and he snapped the notebook shut.
    “Bird, you’re up.”
    “Yeah.” I smiled hesitantly. What was that expression on his face? Alarm?
    “I didn’t hear you. How do you feel?” He came to me and half-hugged me, kissing the top of my head.
    “Little headache. Thanks for the Tylenol. How long have you been awake?”
    “Not long. Watched you sleep for a while.”
    I ran my fingers through his hair—he smiled—and flattened my palms on his chest. Sometimes, touching Matt made me feel so shy—especially when he watched me.
    I swallowed and trailed my fingers down his abs.
    Okay … okay. Too early to get him turned on.
    My hands swerved away from his waist. I tapped the notebook he held.
    “Working on Last Light ?”
    He yanked the book from my touch.
    “Yeah. Last Light .” He turned to the desk and slipped the notebook into his laptop case, zipped the case,