"Very fast." He sets the tray on the nightstand and pulls me onto his lap. "Can you feel how in the mood I am?"
Oh yes, I can feel that. His dick is already firming up.
He wraps his arms around me, burying his face against my neck. "When I'm with you, I know everything will work out."
After another round of Lord Steamy sex, we fall asleep while spooning. I wake up before Hugh does in the morning, but I can't make myself crawl out of bed just yet. No, I'm not ready to give up the feel of his warm body snuggled against mine and his breaths whispering over my neck. How far will I go to save Lord Sommerleigh and his company? I'll do whatever it takes. But for Hugh himself, I would go around the world and back again.Oh shit. I really do have feelings for him—strong feelings. That realization should probably scare me, but now that the initial shock has worn off, it doesn't bother me at all.
Still, I won't mention my feelings to him yet. He has enough to deal with right now.
Hugh stirs and rocks his hips into me. "Mm, good morning, darling."
"Good morning. How do you feel?"
"Brilliant. Like I could conquer the world."
I laugh and roll over to kiss him. "Let's start with conquering your scandal and go from there."
"Of course." He sits up and slaps my bottom. "Get up, love. It's time for a shower."
"Together?"
"Yes. I'll get the water running and heated up."
I watch Hugh slide off the bed and saunter into the bathroom. Damn, that man has a fine ass. Everything inch of him is beautiful and sexy and designed to drive a woman wild. By the time I amble into the bathroom, steam has already filled the open shower. But yeah, we generate some extra steam while getting clean. We laugh a lot too because Hugh Parrish has a surprisingly sweet and playful side that he hides from most people. I love that I get to see every facet of him, maybe even things his best friend doesn't know about him.
As we exit the bedroom, Hugh veers away to go into the kitchen and make breakfast for us. I plan to perch on a stool and watch him, but I hear my cell phone ringing. Where did I leave that thing? I remember walking into the flat, sitting in the armchair and then on the sofa, telling Hugh he's irresistible… Oh, I know where I left my phone.
I march over to the armchair and find my purse lying on the floor beside it. My phone is still ringing, but I need to answer quick before it goes to voice mail. The caller ID says, "Derek." My heart stutters, and my throat tightens, but I grab the phone and answer. Derek is calling to say hi, not to lambaste me for sleeping with Hugh. He doesn't know about that.
"Hey, sis," Derek says. "Where are you?"
"Why do you want to know?"
My brother chuckles. "Kinda touchy this morning, eh? Relax, I'm here to help."
"Help with what?" I freeze, and I swear every molecule in my body turns to ice. "What do you mean you'rehereto help?"
"Exactly what I said. I'm standing outside your hotel suite. But you don't answer, no matter how hard I bang on the door. The people in other rooms are probably going to call the cops any second."
"What?" I all but shriek as I whirl around to gape at empty space because I can't gape at my brother. Not yet. "Why are you in London?"
Hugh glances over his shoulder at me, his brows furrowed.
"Oh, hey," Derek says in the sneaky tone I know all too well. "Now that we're on the phone together, I can track you on the map thingamajig. We set that up in case of emergency, remember? Be there in a jiff."
My brother hangs up on me.
What emergency? I'm sleeping with Hugh, not being held hostage.
Hugh rushes over, grasping my shoulders. "What's wrong, love? You look pale."
"Um, uh…" I squeeze my eyes shut, suddenly feeling like a naughty teenager. "My brother is in London, at my hotel. And he's coming here."
Chapter Fifteen
Hugh
"Why would your brother be coming to my flat?" I ask. Avery mentioned she has a brother and that he can be overbearing at times, but she failed to mention the bloke might fly to the UK to check up on her. Am I scared? No, of course not. But I would have appreciated a warning.