June (Calendar Girl #6) by Audrey Carlan

said while assessing him through one eye. The other eye had a piercing nail ripping through my cornea every time the light touched it. Keeping it closed worked best.
    Warren’s bloodshot eyes looked me over from the rumpled pj’s to the top of the rat’s nest that I once considered a great head of hair. Not now. Now I couldn’t even run a comb through it. When I tried, the strands felt as though tiny little hair gnomes were tugging on each strand individually trying to separate them from the root. It was a no-go zone until after I dumped a healthy dose of conditioner on it.
    “Takes one to know one,” Warren grated through his teeth while placing a hand to his temples. “Christ, how much did we drink?”
    “Um, I’m going to go with more than our fair share.”
    Kathleen entered with plates loaded with bacon, sausage, and biscuits and gravy. This was the hangover food for any true drinking champion. I wanted to bow down and kiss her heel-clad feet.
    “I so love you.” I looked at her like she was the second coming.
    She petted my head like I was a faithful pet. “I know, dear. You told me several times last night while you promised you didn’t have a threesome with Warren, the Canadian, and...what was the last one…oh yes, the prego.”
    Warren choked on his coffee, and I groaned. “Sorry about that. I was way over my limit. As in, at least five shots over the threshold.”
    “You also kept talking about James.”
    “Our driver?” Warren asked.
    “Yes, dear. You said he was hot, nice, and had a mean wife who rocked his world.” Her lips turned up into that small smile I’d grown to love.
    I shoveled in a huge bite of biscuits lathered in gravy then pointed my fork at her. “That part is true. He admitted that!”
    They both laughed and we settled in to eat. Warren and I both groveled like the useless drunkards we were last night. It was by far one of the strangest breakfasts I’d had in a long time. After that, I hit the shower and went back to bed to sleep off the whiskey.

     

Chapter 7
     
    A tickling sensation sprinkled along my ankle then up my calf as though someone was running just their fingertips along the bare skin. I rolled over, and there he was in all his sun-kissed glory. The light hit his shaggy blonde hair. And his eyes, oh good Lord, his eyes shone like perfect pools of cerulean blue. Everything he didn’t say aloud could be seen so clearly in the bottomless depths. I wanted to look into those eyes for eternity.
    “You’re here,” I whispered.
    “I’m always here,” he trailed a calloused finger over my chest where my heart lay beating from within. His touch was like a match, igniting and setting off an explosion within that burned far too bright to contain.
    In a blur of limbs, he had me straddling his trim waist and his mouth was on mine. He tasted of the earth, the ocean, and all things beautiful. I nipped, sucked, and licked at his skin as though I’d never get another taste.
    “Wes,” I said against his lips, my mouth hovering.
    “Mia.” His lips moved lightly against mine as he spoke.
    That was all that needed to be said. Our bodies moved over one another instinctively. Hands trailed over heated flesh. In a whoosh of fabric, my nightgown was up and over my head, leaving me in nothing but a pair of sodden panties. Muscled arms lifted me up until I was hovering over him on my knees, his head so close to the space I wanted him more than anything. I didn’t wait long. Wes lifted up his head and covered my sex, panties and all, putting that talented mouth to work. It seemed as if he had radar on my clit because his eyes were closed, and when he pushed the bit of fabric to the side, his tongue was all over my O-trigger, flicking the swollen, aching knot of need until I was fucking the air. I grappled for the headboard, my fingers digging into the fine wood as I arched into his mouth, grinding wet flesh all over his face. It only made him hungrier. Wes liked it went I lost