Naked Thrill. Jill MonroeЧитать онлайн книгу.
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How do you forget the hottest night of your life?
Hayden Taylor awoke to silken sheets and the warmth of a hot, sexy guy—wait. Where the hell is she? And why is she naked in bed with an incredibly sexy stranger? She can’t remember. The only thing Hayden knows for sure is that whoever he is, they had one very naughty night together.
Tony Garcia doesn’t remember last night, either. All he and Hayden have to go on are their burned clothes, a ton of cash and a car painted to look like a ladybug. As they piece together their wild night, they find it increasingly hard to ignore the sizzling chemistry between them. But sometimes one crazy night isn’t enough to forget that their lives are worlds apart...
She made him want things he had no business wanting...
Tony stroked the backs of his fingers across Hayden’s soft cheek. So smooth. So tantalizing. Then he fisted her hair around his hands, the tendrils curling and tickling his skin. Hayden pressed herself against him, the oh-so-slight brush of her nipples against his chest making him crazy.
More.
Had she moaned that? Had he? Hell, yes, he wanted more. So much more. Everything.
But with a deep sigh, she put some distance between them and slumped against the seat of the car, fighting for breath.
He found it difficult to drag in air, too. He wrapped his fingers around the steering wheel, commanding his body to settle. But despite the pain he knew he’d be feeling on the drive back to Dallas, he had to chuckle.
“Guess that answers the question I asked earlier.”
“What?” she said, her voice tight.
“You feel it, too...”
The idea for Naked Thrill came about on a crazy, GPS-failing car trip with my best friend. So of course, Hayden and Tony had to have one mind-blowing adventure, too.
My favorite kind of trips are when you just hop in the car with no plans and no reservations and just drive, only stopping when something catches your eye—you never know where this type of trip will lead you. Although I’ve never had a vacation where I’ve lost my memories or my clothes (yet), it was a blast starting off Hayden and Tony’s journey that way and giving them an adventure neither could forget!
I’d like to say I felt a little guilty about making their lives so difficult, but I had too much fun seeing just how bad I could make it! I hope you enjoy reading about the detective work these two have to do on their past twenty-four hours, but also how they examine the choices and happenstances that put them on the path to finding one another.
You can always find me at my website, jillmonroe.com. Feel free to drop by unannounced!
Best,
Jill
Naked Thrill
Jill Monroe
JILL MONROE makes her home in Oklahoma with her family. When not writing, she spends way too much time on the internet completing “research” or updating her blog. Even when writing, she’s thinking of ways to avoid cooking.
This book is dedicated to my family, who, let’s face it, put up with a lot!
Special thanks to Gena Showalter—I thought about listing all the crazy places and misadventures we’ve had together, but, you know, NDA!
Special thanks to Deidre Knight and Adrienne Macintosh—you ladies are great!
Contents
HAYDEN STRETCHED LAZILY beneath the softness of the silk sheet. Ahhhh, heaven. Nothing like sleeping in late, allowing the chirping of the birds and the warmth of the sun on her cheek to wake her. She’d never been so warm.
Wait a minute. She didn’t have silk sheets. And the kind of warmth next to her could only be provided by—oh, no.
Hayden’s eyes popped open. Well, as much as her worn-out body would allow her eyes to pop after doing who knows what the night before. Every muscle ached and her lips were dry from—uh-huh, probably from too much lip-lock. Her fingers bunched into the sheet at her chest.
Please don’t be naked. Please don’t be naked.
She raised the sheet.
One hundred percent, bikini-line-glowing naked. Hayden lifted the sheet higher, dreading, hating that she must force her glance to the warmth beside her to confirm what she already knew.
Yep. A man. Just as naked. And he was exactly her type. Broad shoulders, nice sprinkling of hair across a muscular chest all leading to a flat stomach and—
Stop right there. How did that gambler’s remorse saying go? What happened last night would stay last night.
Only, what had happened last night? Hayden rolled to her side, drew her knees up and hugged them to her chest. She massaged tiny