Read KeyParty for Free Online

skin of his chest and closed her eyes against an unexpected
wave of emotion.
    “Well,” he said, his voice rough, “I hate to admit it, but
that was definitely worth the wait.”
    She could do nothing but rest her forehead on his chest and
laugh.
    Her damp, cooling skin prickled with goose bumps when he
trailed his fingers up her spine.
    “But,” he went on, rolling them both so she was pinned
beneath him, disconnecting them in the process. He kissed her deeply, slowly
and for a long time, his cock growing hard against the inside of her thigh,
before he added, “I vote we don’t wait so long the next time.”
    She raised her legs, slipped her shoes off her feet and
tossed them across the room. “I second that motion,” she said, and wrapped her
legs around his waist.

Chapter Four
     
    Rachel could see the sky starting to change color through
the sheer curtains at the opposite end of the bedroom. She must have fallen
asleep at some point, because she was covered with a blanket she didn’t
remember pulling over herself. There were also two water bottles, one half
empty, on her nightstand.
    Ben was sound asleep on his stomach next to her, arms
stretched overhead, lying on a pillow lengthwise so it was partially tucked
under his chest. He was uncovered from the waist up and turned away from her,
his breathing slow and deep, the long line of his leg pressed against her from
hip to ankle.
    She rolled onto her side carefully so as not to wake him.
That brief moment of doubt when she’d thought actually being with Ben Richards
would be a disappointment after all the years she’d spent fantasizing about him
seemed absolutely ridiculous. The reality of him was so much better than any of
her fantasies, she had to wonder whether she had any kind of imagination at
all.
    She could not imagine what Petra had been thinking, setting
the two of them up the way she had. Yes, Rachel had told her about her crush on
him back in the day, but she hadn’t given her the whole story.
    They’d had lunch at a sub shop just off campus one day.
Halfway through their visit Petra had leaned across the table to let her know
“some hottie” kept looking over at her. When she’d looked to see what hottie
Petra was talking about, Ben had just been getting up to leave. He’d seen her,
given her a big smile and waved.
    Of course Petra had wanted to know who he was and why Rachel
hadn’t mentioned him. Rachel had confessed every sordid detail of the crush
she’d had on him then, but in the aftermath of her humiliating flight from
school a short time later, she’d never told Petra about the night her crush had
come this close to making a woman out of her.
    His breathing changed. His grip tightened on his pillow and
he shifted, turning toward her to peer at her through sleepy eyes. And when he
smiled, her heart skipped.
    “You’re awake,” he said, then frowned. “Was I snoring?”
    She laughed softly and shook her head.
    “Good.” He rolled onto his back and tucked the pillow under
his head. “Did we sleep the day away?”
    “The sun’s just coming up.” She moved in close against his
side when he opened his arm for her. “We haven’t missed anything,” she said,
laying her head on his shoulder, her hand roaming slowly over his chest.
    Her eyes rolled closed as she breathed in the heady,
masculine smell of his skin. She sighed when he wrapped his arms around her,
one hand resting lightly on her waist and the other covering her hand as it
settled over the curve of his chest.
    “What do you have planned for today?” he asked, his voice
drowsy.
    “Not a thing,” she answered, then yawned. “Okay, that’s not
true. I plan to sleep.”
    He touched his lips to her hair as he chuckled. “So you’re
back for good?”
    For as much as she’d been berating herself for having failed
at living in England—forget not finding a hot British husband and having kids
with great accents—she was pretty happy to be able to say she was home to