Page 27 of Undeniably Unexpected (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires #6)

“Layla?!” I check my phone, but the call was dropped, and now it’s showing I have no cell service. Holy shit. I’m trapped on an island with no cell service. How can I call for help if I need it? And who would I even call? The freaking Coast Guard? Why did I think this island was a good idea?

Another flash of lightning and clap of thunder, and I shriek again, clutching the blanket tighter.

I hate feeling like a wimp, but right now, I’m a total wimp because this is scary.

I clamor out of bed and look out the window only to see a legit bolt of actual lightning hit the black water not too far from the island.

Oh my motherfluffing fuck. We’re the tallest structure out here and surrounded by water. What if the house is struck?

My heart slams against my ribs, and my hands tingle with adrenaline as I climb back in bed and try not to cry. I don’t want to be that girl. I am not that freaking girl! I am stronger than?—

Boom . “Ah!” Okay, I’m not stronger than this storm. Pressing a hand to my chest, I try to slow my breathing and heart down. I sink beneath the blankets and close my eyes, telling myself that I’m safe inside and it’s just a storm.

A second later, another bang startles me, only it’s my door opening and not banging, though everything is amplified right now.

“Keegan, you all right? I heard you scream.”

Another flash of lightning momentarily illuminates Loomis before he’s blacked out just as quickly. He’s only wearing his boxer briefs, and no matter how many times I’ve seen him shirtless in the last twenty-four hours, it’s not something I imagine I’ll ever get used to.

“I’m fine,” I tell him. “The thunder startled me, is all. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He chuckles, and I hear him moving farther into my room. A second later the bed dips beside me, and the heat of his body and the scent of his skin are all over me.

“You didn’t wake me. I was still up, but even if I hadn’t been, I imagine this storm would have done the trick on its own.”

“What are you doing?”

His arms wrap around me and pull until I’m on my side, and he’s spooning me from behind. “I’m holding you, Keegan Fritz, because you’re too proud and stubborn to admit you’re scared.”

“Loomis, I don’t think?—”

“Shh, love. Don’t argue with me. I’ll keep my hands to myself. Just relax into me and sleep, okay? I can’t stand to hear you screaming and afraid. Not when I can hold you and keep you safe.”

“I’m not?—”

“Then do it for me. It’ll make me feel better to be in here with you.”

I shouldn’t let him sleep in here with me. For one, he’s practically naked, and I’m not wearing a whole lot more.

“Come on. Get some sleep.” His lips press into my hair, and he squeezes me a little tighter as if to say he’s not going anywhere no matter how much I want to argue it.

More lightning and thunder blow up the sky, and he’s right.

I’m being ridiculous about it. I don’t want to sleep in here alone, and I do feel better with him beside me.

Still, the rain and wind are their own force, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to relax and fall asleep.

Not to mention, I’m in Loomis’s arms, and that alone is wreaking havoc on my body.

But he’s not trying anything, and I have to remind myself that he doesn’t want me that way. Besides, I literally just told Layla I wasn’t going to get physically or emotionally involved with him. The attraction I feel is my own and very one-sided. Loomis is my friend and nothing more.

With that in my head, I force myself to relax against him and will my eyes closed.

Before long, his breathing evens out, and with him holding me like this, sleeping so soundly, I fall asleep only to wake up to a rumble of thunder.

I crack an eye open and see the sky is dark and stormy, but it’s lighter out. I must have slept through the night.

More than that, I’m staring straight at Loomis as I clearly rolled over in my sleep.

My hand is on his chest, right over the steady beat of his heart, his skin warm, smooth, and hard beneath my palm.

His hand, however, is under my shirt. His fingers are splayed across my ribcage, and the curve of his hand into his thumb is acting like a bra as it rests just beneath my breast. Our chests might not be touching, but our legs sure as hell are.

In fact, they’re completely tangled together.

And I think… yep, he’s got some serious morning wood action going on if the long, solid ridge poking into my hip is any indication.

There’s no way I can move without waking him and alerting him to our position, and I’m not yet ready to face that moment, even if the desire to disentangle myself is as real as the desire to roll him onto his back and ride him.

It’s incredibly unfair how gorgeous he looks right now.

With his full lips slightly parted and thick black eyelashes lightly fluttering against his cheeks and his blond hair in wild disarray.

It’s even worse how good his body feels against mine.

And then there’s his hard dick, which is practically shooting laser beams of lust at my vagina.

I know my nipples are hard because I can feel them popping through my damn thin tank top.

So yeah, I need to get up. And then I need to kick his ass out of my bedroom and pretend like none of this happened. Something I seem to do a lot with him. Which is why I’m going to do all of that right now. I am. Any second now, I’m going to move, and he’ll wake up and?—

“I can feel your brain going bonkers,” he murmurs. “That’s how loud your thoughts are. They actually managed to wake me up.”

“Ha-ha.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Your hand is acting as a bra.”

He blinks his eyes open, and I’m met with gunmetal gray, the same color as the stormy sky outside the window. “I noticed that. I wasn’t going to say anything about it because I didn’t want you to knee me in the bollocks, which you easily could from this position.”

“That might hurt a lot considering you’re hard.”

A smirk slides up his lips. “Noticed that too, did you? I’d say that’s basic morning male biology, but I think this has more to do with waking up beside a beautiful woman than anything else.”

“You don’t have to flatter me.”

He chuckles lightly as if what I just said is completely ridiculous. “My sweet little mermaid, I am not flattering you. I’m stating a fact.”

“Are you calling me Ariel?”

“Who?”

I roll my eyes. “ The Little Mermaid . Her name is Ariel in it.”

“Oh. No, I’m not. I’m calling you my little mermaid. I didn’t know her name was Ariel. I’ve never seen the movie, and Vander didn’t mention that.”

“Vander? What?”

“Never mind that.”

“Ugh. Why did I let you sleep in here? If I wanted smoke up my ass, I’d buy a hookah and do it myself.”

He snorts a laugh but almost immediately turns serious when he realizes I’m not joking. “You don’t know how lovely you are, do you? Or, moreover, how lovely I think you are?”

I raise a disdainful eyebrow. “You don’t?—”

“I know I don’t,” he snaps, irritated to no end.

“I never have to .” His hand cups my cheek, and he stares straight at me, his expression intense and heated.

“Keegan Fritz, I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

Everything about you does it for me. Look into my eyes and dare to call me a liar. ”

My breath hitches, but I immediately brush his comments away. He’s an actor. I’m doing a lot for him, and he feels, well, obligated to say that, I guess. If he meant that, then something likely would have happened last fall when I went out to LA, and it didn’t.

“We should get up.”

He doesn’t say anything. He just continues to stare at me, his eyes searching my face as if he’s trying to figure something out.

“Did your twat of an ex never tell you that? How beautiful you are.”

“Stop,” I bite out, not wanting him to bring up Alden. Especially not like this. “Just shut up already. I don’t want this from you.”

“Because you know I mean it, or you don’t think I do?”

I puff out an annoyed breath and try to extricate myself from him, but he grips me tighter and holds me closer, unwilling to let me go.

“I appreciate that I shouldn’t be saying this, but it’s bothering me immensely that you’re so fast to dismiss what I said about how beautiful I think you are.”

I draw back and take my hand with me. “I don’t want you to flatter me simply because I’m here and helping you.”

His jaw clenches and his eyes narrow. “That’s not what I’m doing, and it fucking infuriates me that you’d even suggest that.

I know it’s my fault you’d think that because when you came out to LA, I let you believe I wasn’t interested.

You’re one of Tinsley’s best friends, and frankly speaking, I’m not a man good girls like you should get involved with. I don’t do relationships. Not ever.”

“You don’t need to validate this to me. I swear. I’m fine.”

He blusters out a frustrated breath. “Darling, that’s not what I’m doing. If I didn’t think you were so gorgeous and incredible, it would be far easier for me to stay away from you, but day by day you’ve lured me in and worn me down. Here. I’ll prove how much I want you.”

On my next heartbeat, he makes a fist in my hair, and his mouth crushes mine in a kiss that steals the breath straight from my lungs.

With a heavy exhale, he takes advantage and slides his tongue straight between my lips and against my own.

The moment we touch like this, lips to lips, tongues to tongues, and breath to breath, he emits a wild groan, and his grip on my hair tightens as if he’s afraid I’ll attempt to escape.

And I should, right? I mean, I just told Layla nothing was going to happen with us, and I meant it.

I fucking meant it. I still mean it. But the way his lips move with mine, and his tongue slips and plays, and the way he holds me, and his body grinds ever so subtly, and his hand beneath my breast slips up to cup it as if he can’t help himself short-circuits everything.

And I mean everything.

Where my brain has completely shut off, my body has been turned on.

Literally. Because now he’s tilting his head and tucking mine just so while his mouth greedily consumes me.

It’s not just a kiss. It’s exploration and experimentation.

It’s light, sweet pecks and nips in between tongue-fucking me so deep and so good, my head spins and my heart races out of my chest.

“God, I’ve wanted this,” he murmurs against me, sucking my bottom lip between his own before letting it slip out with the scrape of his teeth.

“Do you believe me now? Do you feel how much I want you?” His lips drag down my neck, licking and kissing as he goes.

“How I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, but fought it relentlessly?

” He massages my breast, kneading it before he pulls firmly on my nipple.

It makes my hips shoot forward, straight into his hard cock, and we both moan. “Fuck, darling, that’s good.”

My hands clutch his arms, what little is left of my common sense screaming danger in my ears like the blaring of an alarm.

It’s telling me to retreat and do that shit now, but the rest of me is so keyed up, I swear if he stops, I’ll cry.

I force his face away from my neck, needing his mouth back on mine.

He smiles against me before flicking my lips with his tongue. “Greedy girl, is that what you want?”

He starts to roll over on top of me when “Dada!” comes yelling through the upstairs, making both of us fly apart. “Dada! Hi. Hi.”

“Buggar!”

Loomis flies out of bed like someone just lit his balls on fire, and I grasp the sheets and blanket and debate hiding beneath them like I’m sixteen and just got caught making out with my boyfriend. Fake boyfriend in this case.

He throws me a backward glance, but there’s no humor in his eyes. No teasing lilt of his lips. His eyes are hard, and his features are lined with regret. And he’s not even bothering to hide it.