that out when he cracked open his eyes to find rays of midafternoon sun piercing the windows. At least he remembered to plug the stupid thing in. After years of being on call for various clients, that particular habit died hard.
He grabbed the device from the bedside table. One message. A phone number he didn’t recognize. Followed by an equally unfamiliar four-digit number.
It’s her room number, you idiot . Had to be. He grinned and tapped back a reply.
See you there in thirty?
Her reply was immediate. I’ll be here .
Here, not there. Which meant what? That she’d skipped out on the convention to wait in her room for him? The thought made him stupid-happy. He updated her contact in his phone— Colorado —and hit the shower.
Twenty-eight minutes later, he stood outside her room. Nervous. He knocked, and the door opened almost immediately.
He took her in. She stole his breath. Her tan suede boots had some kind of fur trim in the same off-white shade as her sweater. Her pants clung to every curve, and despite that, she managed to look as pure as the driven snow. And this time that prevailing urge to corrupt the hell out of her won.
“I forgot something last night,” he said as he stepped into her room. He didn’t give her a chance to ask what, just leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, as gently as he could despite the need that tore through him. He resisted the urge to put his hands on her. The brief foray of intimacy they’d shared the night before notwithstanding, he realized she might have second thoughts and didn’t want to make her feel trapped. Didn’t want to scare her in any way. Just…wanted.
She rested her palms flat on his chest, and for a minute he worried she’d shove him through the open door. He might have deserved as much, but before he could backpedal into an apology, she’d clutched fistfuls of his shirt and hauled him in. She’d surprised him, but by the time her mouth landed on his, he was on board. The tentative exploration of her tongue set him on fire. He roared inside. Devoured her. Tasted heaven.
He slanted his head. Drew her closer. Felt the crush of her breasts against his chest. Resisted the urge to touch them. To grab her ass. To haul her into bed.
So much for good behavior.
He liked her. He definitely wanted her, but he also wanted the chance to get to know her, and that wasn’t likely to happen if he threw her down on her bed right then. He didn’t want her merely willing to share her body. He wanted her feverish and wet and begging for it.
He tried to break free of the kiss and failed. Little parting nibbles turned into more, and she’d only halfway released his shirt. Only then to wind her fingers through his hair, to drag him in and make his dick harder than it had ever been.
“You’re not as innocent as you look,” he managed to mutter.
“Actually I am,” she said, her tone laced with something suspiciously close to regret. “Dreadfully so.”
He remembered her words from the night before. “You still looking to misbehave?”
She grinned. “When in Rome.”
“Wrong casino, but I can get a room over there if you’d like.”
She laughed, and against his better judgment he kissed her again. Breaking free nearly broke him .
“I had other plans,” he managed. But her room smelled of a fresh shower and the light scent of her skin had him turned inside out. “You can’t be all that innocent to make me forget so quickly.”
She rolled her eyes. Smiled so damn pretty he hurt inside. “You’d be surprised,” she said.
“Actually, I already am,” he admitted. “But I’ll make you a deal.”
A grin softened the lips he’d made swollen with his kisses. “What’s that?”
“Spend the rest of the day with me,” he said. The need for her to say yes astounded him. Not just because he wanted her, but because he wanted to be with her. His sister’s face flashed before him. Trusting. Defiant. Warning .
What was he doing
He grabbed the device from the bedside table. One message. A phone number he didn’t recognize. Followed by an equally unfamiliar four-digit number.
It’s her room number, you idiot . Had to be. He grinned and tapped back a reply.
See you there in thirty?
Her reply was immediate. I’ll be here .
Here, not there. Which meant what? That she’d skipped out on the convention to wait in her room for him? The thought made him stupid-happy. He updated her contact in his phone— Colorado —and hit the shower.
Twenty-eight minutes later, he stood outside her room. Nervous. He knocked, and the door opened almost immediately.
He took her in. She stole his breath. Her tan suede boots had some kind of fur trim in the same off-white shade as her sweater. Her pants clung to every curve, and despite that, she managed to look as pure as the driven snow. And this time that prevailing urge to corrupt the hell out of her won.
“I forgot something last night,” he said as he stepped into her room. He didn’t give her a chance to ask what, just leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, as gently as he could despite the need that tore through him. He resisted the urge to put his hands on her. The brief foray of intimacy they’d shared the night before notwithstanding, he realized she might have second thoughts and didn’t want to make her feel trapped. Didn’t want to scare her in any way. Just…wanted.
She rested her palms flat on his chest, and for a minute he worried she’d shove him through the open door. He might have deserved as much, but before he could backpedal into an apology, she’d clutched fistfuls of his shirt and hauled him in. She’d surprised him, but by the time her mouth landed on his, he was on board. The tentative exploration of her tongue set him on fire. He roared inside. Devoured her. Tasted heaven.
He slanted his head. Drew her closer. Felt the crush of her breasts against his chest. Resisted the urge to touch them. To grab her ass. To haul her into bed.
So much for good behavior.
He liked her. He definitely wanted her, but he also wanted the chance to get to know her, and that wasn’t likely to happen if he threw her down on her bed right then. He didn’t want her merely willing to share her body. He wanted her feverish and wet and begging for it.
He tried to break free of the kiss and failed. Little parting nibbles turned into more, and she’d only halfway released his shirt. Only then to wind her fingers through his hair, to drag him in and make his dick harder than it had ever been.
“You’re not as innocent as you look,” he managed to mutter.
“Actually I am,” she said, her tone laced with something suspiciously close to regret. “Dreadfully so.”
He remembered her words from the night before. “You still looking to misbehave?”
She grinned. “When in Rome.”
“Wrong casino, but I can get a room over there if you’d like.”
She laughed, and against his better judgment he kissed her again. Breaking free nearly broke him .
“I had other plans,” he managed. But her room smelled of a fresh shower and the light scent of her skin had him turned inside out. “You can’t be all that innocent to make me forget so quickly.”
She rolled her eyes. Smiled so damn pretty he hurt inside. “You’d be surprised,” she said.
“Actually, I already am,” he admitted. “But I’ll make you a deal.”
A grin softened the lips he’d made swollen with his kisses. “What’s that?”
“Spend the rest of the day with me,” he said. The need for her to say yes astounded him. Not just because he wanted her, but because he wanted to be with her. His sister’s face flashed before him. Trusting. Defiant. Warning .
What was he doing
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