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Excerpt of Worship - A Sweet Dreams Novella
© Sarah Peis
Prologue
“Ralph, your legs are so hairy.”
I shot up in bed and regretted the move immediately when a sharp pain pierced through my skull. My eyes flitted around the unfamiliar room, taking in the sparse furnishings. There was a table and chair in the corner, an open door that led to a bathroom, and a small kitchenette to the left.
A light snore sounded to my right, and my eyes went wide at the sight. I was in bed with a man. A gorgeous man.
A man who was talking in his sleep.
He was on his stomach, hugging a pillow. The sheet was strewn across his waist, long muscled legs on full display. One arm was tugged underneath his head, the other dangling off the side of the bed.
And it appeared we were both naked. Surely I’d remember—
Images flooded my brain. Hot images. Images that made my insides tangle themselves in knots. Images that made my breath falter and my throat dry up.
I remembered what those strong arms were capable of. How nice his thick, tawny-gold hair felt when I gripped it tight. The way his fingers slid sensuously over my body.
I shook my head violently to get rid of the memories. When that didn’t help, I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I repeatedly told myself I was only dreaming. Then I opened my eyes again.
And everything still looked the same. Sleeping hot guy? Check. Fancy hotel room? Check. The only thing covering me—a sheet? Check. Ring on my finger? Check.
Fucktrumpet. Why is there a ring on my finger?
“Don’t eat my donut or I’ll send you to spider hell,” Hot Guy mumbled and turned on his back.
And I nearly choked on my spit. He wasn’t just gorgeous. He was drop-dead gorgeous. His high cheekbones, thick lashes, and square jaw made me stare. His broad chest, defined six-pack, and pronounced V made me drool.
I also knew this man. We met my first night at the hotel. His name was Landon. And he was my dream guy.
One corner of his sensuous mouth was pulled into a slight smile. I leaned closer, unable to help myself. I had spent the night with this man. We’d done things. Lots of things that in the light of day I didn’t think I was capable of.
What exactly happened last night?
I gave in to the desire to stare at him more, knowing I’d have to move soon. When I found myself looking into aquamarine eyes, I squeaked and shot to the other side of the bed, pulling the sheet over me.
Never said I was smart. What I should have done was drop the sheet and jump on him. This might be my last chance to get this close.
Hindsight is a bitch.
“Good morning,” Landon rumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.
I melted into the bed, wishing he’d talk more. His voice was enough to make my body sing.
I peeled the sheet back and blinked at him from the safety of the other side of the bed.
“Morning,” I said. It came out croaky, and I cleared my throat.
The corners of his mouth tilted up, and his eyes darkened. Uh-oh, I remembered that look. I immediately shuffled back. Too bad I was already at the end of the bed and slid right off the edge, landing with a loud slam.
I’d barely caught my breath when a head appeared above me.
“Everything okay?” he asked, and I nodded. “Need a hand up?”
I shook my head, because if I remembered correctly, touching him led to other things.
“What happened last night?” I asked, instead of reaching out and confirming my memories of how nice touching him felt.
His hand went to his neck, and his grin wobbled. “Well, snowflake, I guess we got married.”