You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors 1)

I’d barely managed to calm down over the past half hour, and now I was on edge again.

“Fuck, Josie. Keep me in check, okay?”

“What?”

His mouth was dangerously close to my ear. His hot breath tickled the sensitive spot behind it.

“Since you’ve moved in—and after today—I can’t keep the lines from blurring. I don’t know how. You have to be the reasonable one between the two of us.”

I didn’t know what to say, how to react.

“You’re the most important person in my life, and I don’t want to screw this up,” he said.

He whirled me around, bringing his hand to my face, caressing my cheek before kissing my forehead.

The first night in one thousand ninety-five. How were we supposed to make it through?

Chapter Fifteen

Josie

Next morning, I woke up with a headache, as if I was hungover. No surprise, since I’d only gotten a few hours of sleep.

I’d expected Hunter to already be up and about, but a quic

k peek in his room showed that he was still fast asleep. Then again, he’d already finished packing before the wedding. As usual, I’d left some details until the very last minute.

I still had to sort out my cosmetics. As I stuffed all my creams and scrubs in the toiletries bag, I caught a glimpse of my wedding ring, and it dawned on me that I was a married woman. Holy shit. I was legally bound to the six feet of sexiness currently sleeping in the guest room. I was married to Hunter Caldwell, my best friend, and teenage crush. A mix of panic and euphoria overwhelmed me, and I had to lean against the wall of the bathroom and press the heel of my palm on my collarbone to calm down. Then I headed to the foyer, where Hunter had already brought our bags. I wondered if he had a reservation confirmation from the hotel somewhere. He hadn’t wanted to tell me the name of the hotel, insisting he wanted an element of surprise.

I had a sneaking suspicion he actually hadn’t wanted me to research the price, but eh... he was asleep now. How would he know I snooped around?

I hunched over to find the zipper to his bag.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

I startled so badly that I nearly plowed headfirst into the door. My heart was beating so fast, I felt I was going to be sick as I straightened up and whirled around to Hunter. He was wearing pajama pants and nothing else. The pants hung low enough on his hips that I had a prime view of the V-lines pointing downward. Don’t stare. Don’t stare.

I forced my gaze up. Right, at the first opportunity I got, I was buying him some decent pajamas.

“I just wanted to put my toiletries in the bag,” I said with as much innocence as I could muster. Hunter narrowed his eyes, stepping closer.

“My bag?”

“I don’t have enough space in mine.” It was true, but I was sure my cheeks were pink.

“There’s something else too. You wanted to look at what hotel we’re going to.”

“Not at all.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners. In a fraction of a second, he wrapped one arm around me, pinning me against the entrance door. His hips were pressing against mine, keeping me immobile.

“Tell me what you were up to.”

“Or what?”

“I can think about a few torture methods to lure the truth out of you.”

His bare chest was almost touching my torso, and then there would be nothing separating us except my very thin cotton dress. My senses were completely assaulted by this man and it wasn’t even nine o’clock in the morning. Two full weeks in a romantic resort in the Maldives, where I’d be seeing enough of him shirtless to tempt me on an hourly basis? Things were not looking good for me.