A Week in New York (The Empire State Series Book 1) by Louise Bay Read Free Book Online Page B

into her, just as she wanted. I
felt my orgasm begin to rumble at the base of my spine. I kept my eyes open,
wanting to see it on her face as well. Just a split second later, there it was,
her eyes shut lazily, I felt her breathing stop, and I relaxed and allowed my
climax to take me over.
    I collapsed on top of her, totally spent and totally needing more from
her.
    I could fuck her forever. What?
    I pulled out and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I
needed to clear my head. Shake it off. I splashed some water on my face and
looked in the mirror.
    I don’t do complicated, I reminded myself.
    When I opened the door to the bedroom, she was sat on the edge of the bed
and was pulling her shirt on.
    “Are you leaving?” I asked. How long had I been in the bathroom?
    “I was cold, but yeah, maybe I should go.” I was a dick. She wasn’t
leaving, and now it looked as if I was thinking she should. She hadn’t said it
as a question, but her eyes were asking. I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure what my
answer would be.
    She looked away and stood up, her eyes going to the floor, looking for
her things. I walked up to her and drew her to my chest. Her hands hung limply
by her side. She was upset—upset with me—and I hated myself for it.
    “Stay,” I said into her neck.
    “I should go.”
    “I want to wake up with you tomorrow.” No bullshit. It was what I wanted.
    “Just a week,” she said. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or
herself as she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders.
    I didn’t push her to explain. “Let’s get you into bed if you’re cold.” I
walked her backward into the bed and guided her under the covers. “You need
body heat to warm you, beautiful,” I said as I pulled her back to my front and
fit her perfectly into my body. “Sleep.”
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Anna
    There was a distinct giddiness about my mood as I let myself back into
Daniel’s flat the following morning. I had woken up to Ethan trailing kisses
along my body. He told me he was hungry and that he wanted to taste my honey.
Who was I to argue? I loved the way he was so keen to make me come.
    There was something about him that was almost addictive. I couldn’t get
enough of his body, his touch. If someone said that I could trade any hope of a
normal existence and spend the rest of my life in that bed with him, I think
I’d sign on the dotted line. Even now, twenty minutes since I last saw him, I
wanted him again. And who was he? He was a stranger to me, and I to him. But I
think part of him knew me better than anyone else. The way he looked at me,
through me, and right into the center of me. Somehow, that ability to see me in
a way others didn’t meant he could do things with my body that no one could. No
one had.
    Leah was right. It was impossible to think about anything else, and Ben in
particular, while I was with Ethan. Maybe I could fly to New York every time I
got heartbroken. Ethan was almost worth getting heartbroken for.
    ***
    “Are you mad?” I asked Leah as we sat down at a table at a coffee shop on
Prince Street.
    “What about?”
    “Me spending time with Ethan.”
    “Yes, I’m super-mad that you are happy and having fun and being
distracted from Ben the Bastard while I get to have super-hot and very loud sex
with my super-hot and very loud boyfriend.”
    “Well, when you put it like that.”
    “Are you seeing him again tonight?”
    “Err.” How had we left it? He had dropped me at Daniel’s on his way to
work, but he’d left some of his stuff in the suite; he was in a fresh suit this
morning, not wearing the same clothes from last night like I was. But he’d just
kissed me and told me he’d see me later. “We didn’t make any plans,” I said,
trying to sound breezy but I felt a pit in my stomach. I hoped that wasn’t it.
I hoped I would see him again. I reached into my bag and to find my phone.
Nothing.
    “Daniel has this reception thing at the hotel tonight