Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2) by Victoria Ashley Page A

he follows me to my bedroom, undresses me and then does the same himself, before crawling into bed beside me.
    Pinning my body beneath his, he reaches over to my nightstand and grabs my bottle of lotion, squirting it on his hands and rubbing them together. “Close your eyes and relax.”
    His naked body, above mine, has it almost impossible to relax, but I close my eyes anyway, moaning out as his hands rub over my body, massaging me.
    Oh my God. How can he be so damn good with this hands? It’s like every little touch from him is pure magic. Throw in him being naked and it’s like a fantasy come to life. Getting a massage from a naked Styx is heaven.
    Holy hell . . . I want this to last all night.
    After he’s done rubbing lotion over every inch of my body and making sure that I feel good, he spreads my legs open with his knee and lays in between them.
    The feel of his erection brushing my entrance has me wanting to thrust my hips forward and hope like hell that he accidently pushes inside of me and continues to thrust.
    “Fuck, Meadow. Don’t move your hips like that. I’m trying my best not to ease inside of you right now and stay there all fucking night. I can feel the heat of your pussy tempting me. Fuck!”
    The look in his eyes tells me that he’s here for me. Not for sex. For me. And from what I can tell, that’s new for him.
    So I want the same.
    I run my hands through his hair and pull him down to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, tugging on his lip as I pull away. “You make it hard to want to be good,” I admit.
    He moans against my neck and then rolls over beside me, pressing down on his erection. “Just wait until I get you alone again. Fuck. Come here.”
    The way his arms wrap around me and pull me close, says it all. I know because I feel the exact same way. Our hearts are racing and we can’t seem to catch our breath in the darkness.
    I want him here, but I’m scared of what can come out of it.
    I’m scared of letting him in and us both getting hurt . . .

Styx
    I WAKE UP TO AN empty bed, running my hands through my messy hair as I look around the small room.
    Sleeping in a woman’s bed isn’t something that I do, yet I couldn’t deny Meadow when she asked me to stay with her last night. Not after she stayed at the hospital to look after me.
    What kind of a man would that make me?
    I spent most of the night, holding her close to me and running my hands through her soft hair as she cuddled up on my chest.
    Her naked body pressed against mine, her fingers tracing my chest and tattoos, it was a feeling that I welcomed and made me want to stay up even later so that I could enjoy it longer.
    You better believe that I fell asleep with a boner and woke up to one, just thinking about our naked bodies being entwined.
    Wanting to fuck her last night was one of the hardest cravings I’ve had to fight. This woman is making me fight myself and that’s how I know that she’s worth everything I plan to give her.
    When I look beside me at the alarm clock, I see that it’s past ten. Meadow’s shift starts at eleven today, since she was asked to come in early, so I know that I’m alone in her house. She told me last night that she was taking on extra hours at the hospital this week.
    “Well this is new . . .” Sitting up, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and run my hands over my face, before getting dressed and grabbing my things.
    I walk through the kitchen to leave, but stop when I see a bright pink sticky note hanging from the microwave.
    The smell of bacon hits my nose as I walk over and reach for the note to read it.
     
    This is me saying thank you for last night.
     
    ~Meadow
     
    “Well damn . . .” I can’t help but to smile as I reach into the microwave and grab the plate of food out. I’ve never had a woman cook me breakfast before and I love that she thought of me this morning, before she left.
    I don’t usually eat when I first wake up, but knowing that Meadow took the time