Double Dating with the Dead Karen Kelley (top ten books to read .txt) 📖

her for any other man. Hell, he’d never had anyone make him feel like she’d just made him feel. It was like the first time, only better. God, he felt so incredibly complete.

“I don’t think we should’ve made love,” she whispered.

“You’re right because I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

But he knew it would end. One of them was not going to have a career when the two weeks were up. He had a feeling she was going to hate him.

Chapter 19

Selena lay curled against Trent’s side. They’d barely made it up the stairs after their wild bout of sex, washed off in the bathroom because that was all they could manage and crawled into the first bed—which just happened to be Trent’s. Not that Selena cared whose bed she’d ended up in.

She stretched, careful not to disturb him. Lord, she felt like a contented cat. And why shouldn’t she? Her dreams had finally become a reality, and it had been so much better than her fantasies.

“Are you having fun?” Trent grumbled.

She raised her head and met his sleepy-eyed gaze. “What?”

“You’ve been circling my nipple with your fingernail for the last few minutes.”

Oh, damn, she had been. She curled her fingers and moved her hand downward, but accidentally brushed across his erection as she did. He groaned.

“Oops.” She put a few inches between them.

“Oops?” he asked.

She laughed. She couldn’t help it. Trent sounded so pained.

“Just oops?” He growled from low in his throat and turned onto his side, drawing close, his erection nudging her sex.

She sucked in a deep breath and wiggled closer.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Shall I resuscitate you?” she breathed close to his ear.

“Damn, I don’t have any protection.”

She leaned back. “You’re joking.”

He shook his head. “I’m not Tye. I really didn’t think I would have any need to pack condoms. I was just lucky I had that one.”

Maybe…“I think I have one in my purse.”

“You carry condoms?”

“Duh, I’m not about to catch some disease no matter how bad I want sex.” It just occurred to her what she’d said. “Not that I think you’re diseased or anything. A girl can’t be too careful nowadays, though.”

“Good…I think.”

Before he could dig too deeply into her morning babble, she scrambled from the bed, going to the door stark naked, but turned to face him at the last minute. “I’ll be right back.”

Desire flared when his heated gaze lazily roamed over her. She stood there, letting him look his fill. Oh, she was so bad. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“Hurry,” he croaked.

He didn’t have to tell her to hurry, not the way the covers were tenting. Besides, she wanted it just as much. He’d started an itch inside her that desperately needed scratching.

She practically ran to her room.

“Please let the condom be in my purse.” And please let it hold together and not be crunchy from age or anything.

She went inside her room and hurried to her purse. After opening it, she dumped the contents on top of the bed. Oh, hell, where was it? She scrambled through the makeup, the hair clips, her car keys…success!

“I’m going to have sex again,” she singsonged. “I’m going to have sex.”

Before she left her room, she ran a brush through her hair, then spritzed on a gardenia-scented perfume. She only wished she had time for a quick bath. She popped a piece of gum in her mouth and chewed for a few seconds, then spit it into the trash can. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Look out, ’cause here I come.” She smiled. “Literally.” Damn, she hadn’t been this hot, this ready for sex, in a very long time. She’d probably come as soon as he entered her. Oh, Lord, that set off a deep ache inside her.

Okay, slow down. Deep breath.

She opened her door, tossed her hair over her shoulder and with hips swinging seductively ambled toward Trent’s room.

“I’m going to have sex,” she said under her breath, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Selena?” her mother yelled from downstairs.

“Or not.” She whirled around and sprinted back to her room. Once inside she grabbed her robe and quickly crammed her arms into the sleeves and belted it. Her mother really knew how to kill a mood.

“Selena?”

She opened her door. As she hurried past Trent’s room his door opened a crack.

Pained desperation was written all over his face. “Is that your mother?” he frantically whispered.

“Duh.”

He quirked an eyebrow and frowned.

“Sorry.” There was no use blaming him for her not getting any sex this morning.

Damn, what was her mother doing here? She hurried past his room and stopped at the top of the stairs.

“Mom, it’s…uh…early?”

“Oh, you’re still in bed?”

“Not anymore.” And apparently not having sex, either. Oh, good Lord, what if her mother had read Barbara’s article? So not good. Disastrous, in fact.

“Your father wanted me to check on you since we had that storm last night.”

Worse than she’d thought. Her father had read the article. She cringed as she shoved her hair out of her face and glanced around. “Dad? Uh…he didn’t come with you, did he?” She could fool her mom but never her dad. He would know exactly what was going on.

“No, he had an important case to take care of this morning.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe all was not lost. She pasted a bright smile on her face. “Well, we…” She cleared her throat. “I…yes…I weathered the storm just fine.”

Go away, Mom.

“Good.” Her mother smiled. She raised the bag she had in her hand. “I brought chocolate-covered doughnuts. I thought we’d have a nice little breakfast together.”

I’d rather have sex.

She sucked in her pout. “Sure, Mom. That would be nice. Just let me clean up a bit and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

“Don’t be long, dear.”

She turned, trudging back to her room.

“Trent, dear, are you up?” Winnie’s voice floated up the stairs.

He opened his door, a deep frown marring his features. “What the hell is this…a friggin’ hotel?”

Selena