Read Online One Night: A BWWM Interracial Romance by Camilla Stevens - Free Book Online

Of course in the book, they continue the adventure together. Readers liked a happily ever after.  
    In his head it was all Natalie. The legs, the face, those lips—god, those lips—even the damn tattoo. He wondered what she would think about being his muse. Would she be flattered?  
    Time would tell.
    He watched as she squirmed slightly, her eyes still lingering over his almost naked body.   He should be the one that was uncomfortable, he thought to himself.   He decided to give her a break and get dressed.   Too bad, there was sliver of hope that they could continue where they left off last night.  
    “Thanks for breakfast,” she said, “and the whiskey.   I think it is helping.”  
    “I live to serve,” he said grabbing a pair of boxers from the drawer and pulling them on underneath the towel. He let the towel drop and her eyes immediately darted away to any other direction but his. Apparently underwear was no better than a towel.  
    It probably didn’t help that she was still quite naked underneath the covers that she still insisted on holding firmly across her chest and underneath her arms. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen—and tasted—every part of her last night.  
    Jake was rather enjoying himself.   He slowly worked his way around the room, smiling as her eyes immediately darted in the opposite direction of wherever he went. He pulled a t-shirt from the armoire and pulled it on over his head.  
    “Better?” he asked, reading her mind.
    She turned to him, wide-eyed. “Well it’s your room.   You didn’t have to get dressed on my account.”  
    “Well in that case,” began reaching up to pull his shirt off.
    “What are you doing?” she cried.
    “It is my room, no?” he said throwing the shirt off. He hooked his fingers into his drawers, ready to pull them down.
    “Stop!” she yelled. “I am trying to eat here.”
    “Ouch,” he said with an injured look.  
    He saw a smile creep to her lips at that.  
    “Speaking of which, I should probably get dressed too.” She looked up at him pointedly.  
    “You weren’t so shy last night,” he teased, getting the hint. “It isn’t as though I haven’t already seen everything.”
    She frowned, and he decided let her stew a little.  
    “If it makes you feel better, I would love to see it all again.” He smiled brightly.  
    Her frown deepened and she sank back into the bed. “Are you going to let me get my clothes or not?” she fumed.  
    “Okay, okay,” he ceded. “I am a gentleman after all.”  
    She rolled her eyes and waited for him to go into the other room.  
    Too bad.   He certainly hadn’t been lying about wanting to see her body again. Just thinking about it was causing the thin fabric of his boxers to form a tent.  

CHAPTER TEN

    NATALIE
    As soon as he left, Natalie jumped out of bed. Her head still pounded, though less than before, but at least her stomach was calm. He had been right about the food, and she supposed the whiskey as well.   She saw a tiny bit left in the glass and gulped it down. No need to let it go to waste.  
    She scrambled around the room grabbing her scattered clothes and pulling them on before he decided to be a jerk and change his mind.  
    Why was she being so shy about it? She had certainly enjoyed ogling his body.   Under less achy and nauseous circumstances she wouldn’t have even minded a replay of last night. But one-night stands were one-night stands, and her friends were probably done with breakfast by now. If she wasn’t back by the time they got to the room, they’d probably send out an alert or something.  
    She had found the bra and sweatshirt. Now she wandered around desperately looking for the underwear. Where were they??  
    She racked her brain trying to remember how everything had played out. The stretch pants.   She found those, turned inside out near the bed. Her white, cotton, panties. His finger.   She shivered as she felt the tip of it caressing her