Free Made to Love by Heidi Medina

usually was.  She didn’t seem
to notice.
    “No biggie.  I was thinking about going up to
my room for a bit.  There is apparently a fireworks display planned later
tonight.  Figured I would try and get some R&R before then,” Brooke
suggested.  
    “I think I will, too” I said quickly, hoping
Nathan wasn’t making the rounds to find me.  Hiding out in my room sounded
heavenly. 
    “Are you ok?” Brooke asked, looking at me out
of the corner of her eye as we made our way to our rooms. 
    I nodded.  “Of course.  I think I’m just a
little tired.  Too much work last night kept me up,” I lied.  “Come get me in
an hour?”
    I entered my room and shut the door before
she had a chance to say more.  I realized I wasn’t exactly being subtle, but I
needed to take a minute and think. 
    And to mentally prepare myself for the next
time I would see Nathan.

 
    Nathan
     
    I ordered bourbon on the rocks, as I leaned
on the bar, facing the party that was well underway.  I lazily watched several
socialites take to the tiled area reserved for dancing, too many cocktails
impairing their balance, but providing some fun entertainment to those
watching.   Realizing I knew one of them from a sexy little weekend romp last
summer, and that she was now eyeing me with a ‘come hither’ grin as she
sashayed drunkenly across the tile, I hastily turned back to the bar to nurse
my drink. 
    I felt unsettled.  Kissing Reagan had been bold,
but inevitable.  After all, getting the woman in my bed wasn’t going to happen
if I never touched her.  And the whole point of her being here this weekend was
to make some headway into my plan. 
    I hadn’t expected the toe curling though.
    I’d kissed countless women.  Some had no idea
what to do and were rather clumsy in their attempts to seduce me with their
mouths.  Others were so skilled they knew just when to suck, to nip, and when
to bite hard. 
    Reagan was none of these. 
    It was obvious this wasn’t her first walk in
the park, and I wasn’t dealing with some virginal prude who crossed herself
every time a man looked at her sideways.   And yet, when kissing her I had
tasted innocence, as if she was completely unaware of the sexuality she
radiated.  As if she had no idea what she did to me simply by being in the same
room.  It had been like a breath of fresh air.  I had felt that innocence down
to my toes.  All of which had curled . . . well, figuratively, if not
literally.
                I’d had her against the wall with my fingers inside her before
I’d really realized what I was doing.  And that had scared the hell out of me. 
I didn’t lose control or all rational thought with a woman.  Ever.  I never
made a move that wasn’t calculated and meticulously planned out.  The fact that
merely kissing Reagan had messed with my head that much terrified me. 
    But at that point, I hadn’t been able to
stop.  She was soaking wet, hot and welcoming as I’d slid my fingers into her
depths.  She’d come fast and hard, jerking against my hand, and I’d almost came
with her, standing in the hallway fully clothed.  Had we not been interrupted
by a couple who at least showed more sense than we did by finding their room
first, I didn’t doubt I would’ve dropped my pants and been inside her again,
consequences be damned.
    I was fucking hopeless. 
                The thought brought with it a renewed resolve to solidify the
plan I had set forth.  I had to get this woman out of my system with all haste.
    I hadn’t seen her since her rapid flight from
my arms well over an hour ago, but had confirmed with several staff that her
room had not been vacated.  So she was still here and would have to come down
eventually.  I would wait.  I was a patient man.
    At least, I pretended to be.
    I winced as I heard my mother’s shrill laugh
from somewhere to my left.  I was saved from having to dwell too long on that
unpleasant