Gatlinburg Getaway (Destination: Desire)
heart. Her eyes met his and heat flared between them, just that easily. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and he moved nearer to her. She shifted, and her back pressed to the wall beside the call button panel.
    He propped his forearm next to her head and leaned even closer, into her personal space, but she didn’t protest. Before he left her to her conference, he wanted another taste. There was nothing wrong with a little reminder that their attraction burned hotter than a raging forest fire, was there?
    Brushing his lips over hers, he felt her breath catch, and that did nothing to cool the lust singeing his veins. He sucked her upper lip into his mouth, scraping his teeth over the plump flesh. Her arms slipped around his waist, and she pressed into him. Sweet Jesus, that meant her soft breasts were pillowed against his chest. A low groan broke from him, and his heart picked up speed until his pulse raced. Their tongues twined, dueling for control of the kiss.
    Damn, she tasted amazing.
    Her fingertips edged under the bottom of his T-shirt, stroking over the skin on his back. The feel of her hands on him made him shudder, and his dick went diamond hard. But it wasn’t enough just to have her touch him. He needed more, his body demanded more, and that was the only thought that screamed through his mind. More . He crowded her against the wall, fitting himself to her sweet curves. She arched into him, lifting one leg to hook over his hip. He took the opening and settled his erection in the crux of her thighs, grinding into her softness. She whimpered against his mouth, and their kiss went wild, all lips and teeth and tongues. Her nails dug into his back, and he arched into her, pushing forward and retreating in a mimic of the act his cock craved.
    After releasing her lips, he nipped and sucked his way down the side of her neck, biting gently on the tendon at the base. The little noises she made drove him crazy, and he would give just about anything to be in a more private locale.
    As if she’d read his mind, she asked, “Do you want to come up to my room?”
    Did he? His body screamed yes, but his brain hit the brakes. Sanity returned in a rush, and he pulled back, easing his weight away from her.
    What the hell was he doing? A kiss was one thing, but a nooner with a woman he’d met two hours ago was madness. Everything he’d done with her so far had been uncharacteristic for him, and maybe he needed to think about that before he did something stupid.
    Not to mention, every instinct told him that getting hot and heavy so fast was not the right approach with this woman. Like him, she was the type to regret it and kick herself for her lack of restraint. Then he figured she’d refuse to see him again, wanting no reminders of her folly. If there was one thing he’d noticed about her, it was that she was a bit of a control freak—precisely lining up paperwork, defensive about her male-dominated career, making sure her food didn’t touch. Since he wanted to see her again for as long as she was in town, freaking her out wasn’t something he was interested in.
    Because he wanted a chance to figure out what it was about her that made him react instead of think—that made him be more open and honest in one day than he usually was in years of knowing someone. Sending her running wouldn’t assuage his curiosity…or his desires.
    He sighed. “I want to.”
    “But you stepped back.” She folded her arms over her breasts, covering her beaded nipples.
    He scrubbed the back of his neck. “Not because I wanted to—because I think we both needed me to.”
    “Explain that.” Her eyes narrowed, making it clear he’d better do some fast talking.
    “I like you. You’re sarcastic as hell, funny, smart, no bullshit. I want to spend time with you while you’re here. Lots of time. All your spare time.” He skimmed his fingers along the tips of her shoulder-length hair. “But if we hop in the sack within hours of

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