tuxedo that morning.
“One night?”
“One night,” he promised again knowing that it was all he could offer.
She nodded slowly then grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him through the door shutting it behind them, allowing them to forget the world beyond the door.
Chapter Eight
Stillness encompassed the room. A small sliver of light crept through the dark curtains to tell Victoria that morning had broken.
A throbbing in her head reminded her of the night she’d taken part of. The drinking, the kissing, the love making.
Christian’s arm was draped over her and his soft breath was warm on her neck. She closed her eyes and breathed it all in, knowing that she needed to get out of that bed and get home as fast as she could. Nothing good was going to come from what she’d done. He’d asked for only one night and she was foolish enough to give it to him. Now she had to pick up where she’d left off when he approached her on that veranda. She had to pick up the kids and pretend that she hadn’t done the most foolish thing—sleep with Christian Keller.
The thought was only a memory when Christian’s lips pressed to her neck and his body to hers. The sign that parts of him had awakened before the rest of him was pressed into her back. His hands grazed over her naked skin. It was very obvious that one night was going to lead into one more time the next morning.
“I’m glad you stayed,” he whispered in her ear.
“Christian,” she started to speak, but he lifted his finger to her lips and rolled her onto her back.
“I want you to stay in my arms all morning.”
What is he doing, she wondered as he lowered his lips to hers and she accepted him, again. Her fingers pressed into his back. His body moved against hers. Her heart took a tumble and she knew she’d never recover.
When the moment was over, Christian rested heavy against her. His breath unsteady and his heartbeat rapid against her chest.
She had to admit that she had longed to hear the words she hadn’t heard from him in nearly a year. In her heart she loved him and would always love him, but she wanted confirmation that she wasn’t just a fling that had fallen into a trap.
But the moment of opportunity was gone when her cell phone rang. Christian rolled away and she reached for the nightstand and picked up her phone. It was Sonia.
“Tori, are you okay?” Her voice was bordering on frantic.
“Yes,” she said softly.
“It’s noon. Where are you?”
Victoria sat up quickly and the night’s binge smashed her brain into a million painful knots.
“I’m still at the hotel. I stayed. I’ll be there as quick as I can.”
“I’d let them stay, but the kids have a birthday…”
“I said I’d be right there.” She ended the call.
Victoria pulled away the sheets and stood.
“Is everything okay?” Christian sat up.
“I have to go. Where is my bra?” She began a frantic search.
Christian stood and looked around, finding her bra on his side of the bed. He held it up. “Let me get ready and I’ll give you a ride.”
“No. No ride. I need to get to my house and get my car. I can’t have any distractions. I need a cab. I need to call for a cab.”
Christian looked out the window. “There are cabs out front. But let me give you a ride.”
She had to weigh it in her head. She really couldn’t afford a cab and he did have a car. But as bad as her head throbbed, his had to be just as bad.
“I don’t want to owe you anything. I have to get the kids. Remember, the kids that are a burden? I don’t want them to be your burden.”
Christian watched her gather her clothes and run to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
He swallowed hard. He didn’t feel like that—anymore. Sure the kids were a burden. All kids were, in their own way, but he didn’t hold it against her. He never should have in the first place.
Tunneling his fingers through his thick hair, he let out a long breath. Those words had
“One night?”
“One night,” he promised again knowing that it was all he could offer.
She nodded slowly then grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him through the door shutting it behind them, allowing them to forget the world beyond the door.
Chapter Eight
Stillness encompassed the room. A small sliver of light crept through the dark curtains to tell Victoria that morning had broken.
A throbbing in her head reminded her of the night she’d taken part of. The drinking, the kissing, the love making.
Christian’s arm was draped over her and his soft breath was warm on her neck. She closed her eyes and breathed it all in, knowing that she needed to get out of that bed and get home as fast as she could. Nothing good was going to come from what she’d done. He’d asked for only one night and she was foolish enough to give it to him. Now she had to pick up where she’d left off when he approached her on that veranda. She had to pick up the kids and pretend that she hadn’t done the most foolish thing—sleep with Christian Keller.
The thought was only a memory when Christian’s lips pressed to her neck and his body to hers. The sign that parts of him had awakened before the rest of him was pressed into her back. His hands grazed over her naked skin. It was very obvious that one night was going to lead into one more time the next morning.
“I’m glad you stayed,” he whispered in her ear.
“Christian,” she started to speak, but he lifted his finger to her lips and rolled her onto her back.
“I want you to stay in my arms all morning.”
What is he doing, she wondered as he lowered his lips to hers and she accepted him, again. Her fingers pressed into his back. His body moved against hers. Her heart took a tumble and she knew she’d never recover.
When the moment was over, Christian rested heavy against her. His breath unsteady and his heartbeat rapid against her chest.
She had to admit that she had longed to hear the words she hadn’t heard from him in nearly a year. In her heart she loved him and would always love him, but she wanted confirmation that she wasn’t just a fling that had fallen into a trap.
But the moment of opportunity was gone when her cell phone rang. Christian rolled away and she reached for the nightstand and picked up her phone. It was Sonia.
“Tori, are you okay?” Her voice was bordering on frantic.
“Yes,” she said softly.
“It’s noon. Where are you?”
Victoria sat up quickly and the night’s binge smashed her brain into a million painful knots.
“I’m still at the hotel. I stayed. I’ll be there as quick as I can.”
“I’d let them stay, but the kids have a birthday…”
“I said I’d be right there.” She ended the call.
Victoria pulled away the sheets and stood.
“Is everything okay?” Christian sat up.
“I have to go. Where is my bra?” She began a frantic search.
Christian stood and looked around, finding her bra on his side of the bed. He held it up. “Let me get ready and I’ll give you a ride.”
“No. No ride. I need to get to my house and get my car. I can’t have any distractions. I need a cab. I need to call for a cab.”
Christian looked out the window. “There are cabs out front. But let me give you a ride.”
She had to weigh it in her head. She really couldn’t afford a cab and he did have a car. But as bad as her head throbbed, his had to be just as bad.
“I don’t want to owe you anything. I have to get the kids. Remember, the kids that are a burden? I don’t want them to be your burden.”
Christian watched her gather her clothes and run to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
He swallowed hard. He didn’t feel like that—anymore. Sure the kids were a burden. All kids were, in their own way, but he didn’t hold it against her. He never should have in the first place.
Tunneling his fingers through his thick hair, he let out a long breath. Those words had
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