Confused #1 (Confused Romance Series - book#1)
all the way down to the V of his groin and his dark thatch of
pubic hair.
    I realized just where I was looking
and blushed. For the last couple of seconds, I’d been staring
fixedly at a sleeping man’s cock! I couldn’t truly blame myself,
though. His penis was just like the rest of him: mouth-watering and
pretty damn big. In fact, it seemed to be growing beneath my gaze.
I hurriedly looked back up at the ceiling, suddenly embarrassed
because I’d witnessed what was probably the beginning of his
morning wood.
    The idea of his waking up to find me
practically drooling after his hard-on didn’t appeal to me, so I
decided that it was time to get up, get dressed and get out of
there – maybe after leaving a thank-you note for him to find. I
peeked under the blanket to assess the situation and found that I
didn’t have a stitch on either. Well, we were a pair.
    Our similarity ended with the nudity,
though. I know I’m pretty enough, but I also knew that my level of
attractiveness didn’t even begin to approach that of the godlike
creature whose bed I’d just rolled out of. He was so beautiful that
I knew I’d never have worked up the courage to even approach him in
my normal state – I must have been so smashed out of my mind last
night. I didn’t know whether I ought to congratulate myself on my
extreme good luck, or start to count the seconds till this guy
threw me out once he realized he’d hooked up with an inferior
being.
    I was utterly
self-conscious of my bare back and buttocks as I picked through the
clutter, looking for my clothes. My pink bra was easy to find, but
the rest of my ensemble was more difficult to locate. My slinky
black top was lost amongst the multitude of other slinky black
items of clothing (visions of a whole lot of other girls losing
their slinky black tops in this bedroom danced through my head),
and the situation was even worse for my jeans. There were
jeans everywhere .
And I had no idea where to start looking for my thong.
    Biting my lip, I slipped
the straps of my bra onto my shoulders. It wasn’t much but I wanted
to get at least some cover while I continued my search. I was struggling with the
clasp behind my back when a deep voice rough with sleep said, “Good
morning, Amy.”
    I yelped and clutched my bra to my
chest. My gorgeous stranger was awake!
    Cautiously, I turned my head to look
at him over my shoulder, and what I saw made my heart speed up like
a robber’s getaway car. I didn’t know how it was possible, but he
was even more beautiful awake and moving than he had been asleep.
He’d rolled over onto his side to watch me in a position very much
like one of those reclining Buddha statues, only infinitely more
erotic. His skin practically glowed golden in the morning sunshine,
and that same light highlighted the contours of his muscled chest,
his arms, his stomach – holy hell, he was fit and toned all
over!
    “Hey,” I said. It was all I could
manage once I realized that, although he’d called me by name, I
didn’t know his. One of my hands flew to cover my crotch, while the
other one supported the unfastened bra that was practically hanging
on my nipples.
    He noticed my skittishness and
laughed. “No need to be shy,” he said. “I saw a lot more than that
last night.”
    “Did you, now?”I murmured, turning to
face him but unable to meet his eyes. Now that they were open, I
could see that they were the color of chocolate dipped in honey,
and it would have been all too easy to get lost in the warm depths
of his gaze.
    “Oh yeah.” He grinned at me, playful
and lascivious at once.
    I blushed to the roots of my hair, and
spread my fingers a bit wider to give my groin a little more cover.
As I said, I like to party, but having your proclivities brought up
in the cold light of day is kind of unnerving.
    “Okay,” I stammered. “Great. Glad we
had fun. Just give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll be out of your
hair.”
    The man (‘godlike creature’,

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