had pretty much treated her like that.
As he stared at the incredible luxury surrounding him, Finn saw the note left neatly on the desk. Rising to walk over to read it, he shook his head at the feminine handwriting, mostly hidden by the two elegant pens lying across the hotel tablet.
That she had bothered to leave a note was charming enough, but it was Lisa’s words that had him sighing in real agony. Once again he found himself wishing like hell that things could have been different.
Sorry to leave while you are sleeping. If I stay, I would just have to wake you up again, and you really seem to need to sleep tonight. Being with you was the best surprise I’ve had in a very long time. You were wonderful in every way. Thank you. ~ Lisa
Finn re-read the note many times. Then he folded it carefully, tucked it into the side pocket of his duffle bag and zipped it closed.
The grateful words were his. Lisa might not be, but last night was. Though tired and partially drunk when he’d been with her, Finn still remembered all the important parts. He remembered how aroused she had been and how she had kept holding herself back from rushing, even though she had wanted to rush.
Then when she had finally given in to the need to rush, she had stopped to wait for him.
And he remembered exactly how many strokes it had taken to get inside Lisa Dennison all the way, including the last hard slide home she had begged him for.
It was damn unfair that the most amazing sex of his life was with his brother’s dream girl. Shit. How had it happened? He was not that kind of guy, much less a shitty brother. It made his head hurt something fierce even thinking about what he had done to Eric . . . and to Lisa.
Kicking off his sandals, Finn stretched out on the sofa, focusing on his breathing and on blanking his mind. He would think about it all later, he decided. The pain in his head immediately eased with that decision, and seconds after he felt himself drifting into sleep again.
Chapter 4
Lisa tapped on the door of the suite. When there was no answer, she almost turned to leave but then reminded herself she was not that kind of person. She had made a mistake and now she had to try to make it right.
Taking the key card from her wallet, the key card that she was happy now she had neglected to turn back in, she slid it through the lock and stepped into the suite.
You just want to see him again , a voice inside her insisted. You want to see if he’s naked and waiting for you.
The first thing she saw inside the room was the object of her thoughts. This time he was stretched out on the sofa, feet hanging over it while sound asleep. But unfortunately he was not naked. Lisa sighed with regret as she closed the door softly behind her.
Then she smelled him again. That damn shower gel or whatever it was.
Her toes curled and arousal hit instantly. Moisture gathered and this time her nipples pressed against the rough lace of bra. She looked down at her breasts in disgust.
Hello, girls. Where the hell have you been hiding for the last few years?
She dropped silently and dejectedly into a chair across from the man she now realized was Finn Roberts. She watched him sleep while she tried to decide what to do.
Finn looked like Eric in many ways, but now she could see there were some significant differences. They were semi-identical twins, Eric had said. Finn was a lot taller, probably three inches.
Then there was the way he stood, the way he spoke, the way he looked at her. The way he was looking at her now.
Shit. I’m busted.
Lisa sighed as his curious gaze met her guilty one.
Maybe, Finn thought, he should be shocked at her boldness in coming into his room uninvited, but instead he was just happy as hell Lisa Dennison had returned. The illogical thought had him smiling.
“Hi,” Finn said, surprised at both the excitement and the happiness in his voice.
“Hi,” Lisa replied reluctantly, mad that all the butterflies in her stomach