Tate expected the beauty to nod her head, so when she shook it, stepping closer to him, he mentally prayed he was ready for what she was about to say. Things were so much different in the States than in Sweden. Back home all he would have to do is nod at a female and she would be on him quicker than he could blink. He was a hockey god there, but not here. Tate wasn’t used to feeling like he wasn’t good enough or that he couldn’t succeed and he hated feeling like that. He knew that his confidence would be broken if she told him to f**k off, so he took a deep breath as she went toe to toe with him, her head only reaching to his chest before looking up at him with a sexy little smirk on her lips.

“All I want to know is when you can leave? I have a room not even a mile from here.”

A slow grin went across Tate’s lips as his hands came to rest on her hips. When they connected, she inhaled sharply and brought her bottom lip between her teeth as she gazed up into his eyes. Tate had never felt such a connection than he did with the woman who stood in his arms. He wanted to throw her against the bar and have his way with her. He had never in his twenty-one years felt the need to totally devour a woman, but he did now. There was something special about this girl, and he was going to find out what it was.

He didn’t hesitate or even think for that matter. Tate just smiled as he nodded towards the door, “Let’s go.”

As they walked through the crowded bar together, hands locked, Tate couldn’t help but smile and thank God for Lucas Brooks.

Chapter 2

Something was ringing.

Very loudly.

Audrey couldn’t move, or open her eyes. Her head was pounding and her body was gloriously aching, but the ringing needed to stop. It was her alarm, and if she didn’t find her phone, it would never stop. With each little ding of the alarm, she swore her head was going to explode. Man, she had a lot to drink last night.

Since Audrey never went far without her phone, she started patting her hand around her limp body. She patted around her pillow, off to her right, and by her legs. When she couldn’t find it, she used her left hand to pat along the other side of her.

When her hand connected with what she knew wasn’t her phone, more like a very large penis, a loud, male grunt filled the room. Audrey’s eyes opened quickly to see that she wasn’t alone in the massive king size bed.

“That’s one hell of a way to wake me up,” her bedmate crooned as he leaned closer, dusting her lips with his.

Audrey blinked a few times as the blonde hottie reached out, stretching the mouthwatering muscles of his arms. He glanced back over at her and gave her a sweet closed mouth smile as she still lay there in shock.

Did this really happen?

Did she really bring a guy to the hotel room last night?

She still had to be drunk because something wasn’t clicking. She remembered dancing, and drinking a lot with Fallon and the girls, but nowhere did she remember the hottie who lay beside her. She didn’t even remember his name- oh wait! It was all coming back to her. She told him she didn’t need to know. As his eyes bore into her, the whole night began to replay as Audrey’s phone continued to sound. He had called her beautiful with his hot little accent and she was a goner.

Yup. How very whorish of her.

Audrey’s hands came over her face as she mentally began to kick herself. How could she do this? She didn’t even know if he was clean or anything! Audrey never did this. She was usually careful about how long she dated before she jumped into bed with a man. She made Levi wait a good couple of weeks before he got her naked. All Blondie (She had to call him something!) had to do was say she was beautiful and she was ready.

She was such a little slut!

When Blondie’s hand slid across her belly, to pull her close to him, she pulled away. Scrambling out of the bed, her footing was a little off and she fell on her face with a loud thud. Pain shot through her nose to the back of her head.

Yeah, that wasn’t her smartest move of the morning.

“Are you okay?!” he asked as she lay with her face in the plush carpet.

“Just fine,” she muttered as she thought of a way to get out of there.

She didn’t even know where her clothes were. She also didn’t know what she told this guy. Did she tell him her name? Did she tell him what she did for a living? Who her father was?

Even with all those questions running through her head, she couldn’t help but think that they had spectacular sex the night before. The best sex ever. It was even better than it was with Levi, or hell, anyone in that case. He was a giving lover, something Audrey had never experienced. Guys had always wanted theirs when Audrey would sleep with them, but not this guy. He wanted her to have hers over and over again, and he wasn’t even worried about himself.

He was fantastic.

But amazing or not, she had to get out of there. She popped up and looked over to where he lay with his arms above his head and the sheets lying low on his waist. Three black birds graced his chest and on his bicep was a wire cage with the door open. Her eyes moved from each bird to his amazing set of abs before resting on his pelvic muscles. They made a perfect V, pointing right to the place she wanted to be, again. There was a vein leading to his naughty place, tantalizing her. Lord, how Audrey wanted to follow it like the yellow brick road with her tongue. Her mouth watered at the thought. It had to be the sexiest vein she had ever seen.

Jesus, he was hot.

She swallowed loudly before saying, “I gotta go.”

“You do?” he asked, coming up on his forearms.