Chapter 44

• But as I drift into an exhausted sleep it is the words he whispered to me that replay in my head. I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you. No, I’m sorry Josh, I can’t let that happen. I’m keeping you this time.
• I awake to the glow of the lights in the downtown city beaming through my window. It’s dark. How long have we slept? I look at the beautiful man sleeping beside me, out cold and sleeping like a baby. I roll onto my side and smile as I watch him. He’s like an Adonis, every muscle in his body on show. Pure male perfection. His dark lashes fan his face and his large red lips are gently open, his chest rises and falls slowly. I smile again as I note that he has a hairy chest, one of my hot triggers. If I had a magic wand and designed my perfect male specimen, this is what it would look like. His arm is under my head and he is facing me. My gaze drops to his tattoo, my name down the length of his torso. My twenty–first birthday present. That is some serious heavy shit going on there. My mind retraces the day we have spent together, the love we have made. It’s been perfect, everything I could have wished for and then some. However one thing is marring my afterglow. The ‘we only have one night together’ statement. Does he really only want one night? Why in the hell would he have my name on his body if he didn’t care? Is it the cousin thing? Surely not. If I don’t care, why would he? My mind goes back to the restaurant: I want a woman who loves to fuck as much as I do. A mousy woman who I have to beg for sex won’t cut it with me. Think Natasha. Think. What’s my plan of attack? I know one thing, I am so not done with him. I want more, much more. I need time, time where he is forced to think about us, time without other females. I watch him sleep for another half an hour with my brain in overdrive. This is where I want to be, naked in bed with him. Even the thought of going to the bathroom is unappealing, as busting as I am. Unable to hold it any longer I slowly sit up and head to the bathroom. I decide to take a quick shower. If I want to be irresistible, I need to smell good. After drying I don’t dress and head back to my bedroom to see him stretching as he gives me a sleepy smile.
• “Hi,” I beam.