The Rebound Guy by Jennifer Colgan Read Free Book Online

and me.
    I said it was over and I meant it.”
    Eric nodded. Then he jammed his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
    “I’m sorry about this morning, too. I didn’t want to just walk out like that.”
    Lauren warmed. Beneath her robe, her nipples peaked. “I wish you’d stayed. I’m sorry, too, for not telling you what happened with Mark.”
    “I don’t care what happened with Mark, as long as he’s gone.”
    “We should talk, I guess…” Not that she wanted to. Liquid heat settled between her legs at the realization she was alone again with Eric.
    “We don’t have to talk now,” he said in the same hopeful tone. “I’m sorry I used you.” Her breath caught on the confession. “I was wrong to—”
    “Use me.” His mouth turned up in a half-grin. “I don’t mind that. I mind that you didn’t talk to me first.”
    Lauren lowered her eyes. “You’d have calmed me down and talked me into trying to work things out with Mark.”
    “No. I would have calmed you down and talked you into breaking up with him. And today, I wouldn’t feel so guilty about taking advantage of you.”
    “You didn’t!”
    “I did. A nice guy would have turned you down.”
    “I guess you’re not such a nice guy, then.” She smiled. Her heart felt light and huge in her chest. The butterflies were back, hammering under her rib cage at the thought she might, very shortly, be with Eric again.
    “Bad boys have all the fun,” he said with a shrug.
    “Do you want to be bad again?” She punctuated her question by skimming her fingers along the soft neckline of her robe. The folds of satin parted slightly as she drew her finger down between her breasts.
    “I never stopped being bad. I came here to ask you to spend the night with me, and I brought these.” He pulled a familiar blue box out of his jacket pocket.
    “Only a dozen?” She pouted. “Good thing I bought my own box.”
    Her breath caught at the sudden, feral look in his eyes. She’d never seen him look so sexy and never wanted him as much.
    She bit her lower lip, turned on her heel and sauntered into her bedroom, dropping her robe as she went.

Chapter Seven
    Eric didn’t need a second invitation to follow Lauren into the bedroom. He shed his jacket on the way and started unbuttoning his shirt.
    His erection strained against his fly by the time he arrived in the cozy world of lilac and lace where Lauren slept. She stood next to the bed, her auburn hair curling seductively over one eye. A scrap of black lace dangled from her index finger.
    “I was going to dress up for you,” she said, her voice low. Her eyes blazed with desire as she tossed the lingerie on the floor with a collection of other lacy contraptions. “But I couldn’t decide what you’d like best on me.”
    “The only thing I like on you is me.” He crossed the room and gathered her naked body into his arms. She slid her hands under his open shirt and around his back. All his nerve endings stirred to attention as she pressed her breasts against his chest. The hard peaks of her nipples rubbed against him, exciting his skin to goose bumps. His cock pulsed and he thought he might come just from the delicious pressure as he cupped her ass and pulled her wet heat hard against his erection.
    “I thought about you all day,” she said, her breath a feathery whisper as she dragged her nails up his back. “I was afraid you were mad at me.”
    “Mad at myself for not staying this morning,” he murmured against her hair. The scent of her shampoo made him think of sultry tropical nights and sun-burnished skin.
    “I’m sorry I—” “Shh.” He hushed her with a quick brush of his lips against hers.
    “Too much talk.” The last thing he wanted to do right now was get into a mutual examination of their feelings. That would probably lead them right out of the bedroom and into the kitchen for coffee and cookies, which was not at all what he wanted right now. Eric needed release more than conversation, and