which probably had a lot to do with how good at it he was. He didn’t want to leave this cocoon of intimacy he and Rachel had made.
He made a fake coughing sound. “I think I’m coming down with something.”
“I’m not playing doctor with you.”
Now he laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I was trying to get out of work, but I’m always up for role-playing. You can be the hot blonde in the bar and I’ll be the stranger who plies her with drinks and bad jokes.”
“Bad jokes? That would never work.”
He snagged her around the waist as she walked by and they tumbled backward on the bed. The towel on her head slipped, freeing a curtain of wet, tangled hair. “Some women would find that sexy.”
“I recommend plying her with the drinks first and then the bad jokes.”
“Is that why you came upstairs with me? Because I plied you with drinks?”
She kissed the tip of his nose, which made him chuckle. “I came upstairs with you because you’re sexy and funny and I wanted you. Obviously the chemistry boiled over and we had to get it out of our systems.”
“It’s still boiling.”
“I can feel that. You’d think a hotel like this would have thicker bathrobes.”
“Maybe I should see a doctor about it.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m still not playing doctor with you.”
“Okay.” There was no way he was getting off the bed while her robe was teasing him with glimpses of skin. “I could be a pirate and you could be my serving wench.”
“No.” She was trying not to smile at him, but he knew the battle was almost lost. “How about I be the woman with a ton of stuff to pack and you be the guy who takes my luggage to the car.”
He shifted so he was wedged between her legs more firmly. “Depends. Will I get a special tip?”
“Sure. Don’t eat the yellow snow.”
“Smartass.” He cupped her face in his hand, running his thumb over her lips. “How about I be the guy who thinks you’re amazing and gorgeous and who can’t keep his hands off of you?”
“And I’ll be the woman who’s susceptible to that kind of flattery.” The rush of victory heightened the rush of desire, and Adrian pushed the robe down over her shoulders. “We do have to go home today, though.”
“Eventually,” he conceded before taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
It was almost dusk when they finally drove away from the Mount Lafayette, but Adrian didn’t regret the late start. Once he hit the highway, he set the cruise control and steered with his left hand, while holding her hand with the other.
Neither of them had really mentioned tomorrow. He wished he knew what her expectations were, as far as their relationship. If he assumed too much, it could make things rocky at work. But if he assumed too little, he could miss out on a great thing.
He glanced over at her, trying to come up with the right words to subtly bring up the subject, and then he had to chuckle softly. She was already asleep, her head cradled in the shoulder strap of her seat belt.
So much for that conversation. He was a little relieved, he had to admit to himself. If they didn’t talk about it, she couldn’t tell him it had been a weekend fling she’d already put behind her.
Four and a half hours of radio surfing and fighting road hypnosis later, he shook Rachel awake. “Hey, honey. You need to wake up and tell me where you live.”
“You know where I live,” she mumbled.
“In theory, yes. In the reality of navigating this city at night? Not so much.”
Groggy, she sat up straight and gave him directions to her apartment. There was no off-street parking, so he took her key and left her in the SUV while he carried her suitcase up the stairs and set it just inside her door.
She met him halfway down the walk, clearly exhausted. “I’m sorry I slept all the way home. I wasn’t very good company, I guess.”
“No, it was good. Your snoring kept me awake.” She rolled her eyes, apparently too tired to take a swipe
He made a fake coughing sound. “I think I’m coming down with something.”
“I’m not playing doctor with you.”
Now he laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I was trying to get out of work, but I’m always up for role-playing. You can be the hot blonde in the bar and I’ll be the stranger who plies her with drinks and bad jokes.”
“Bad jokes? That would never work.”
He snagged her around the waist as she walked by and they tumbled backward on the bed. The towel on her head slipped, freeing a curtain of wet, tangled hair. “Some women would find that sexy.”
“I recommend plying her with the drinks first and then the bad jokes.”
“Is that why you came upstairs with me? Because I plied you with drinks?”
She kissed the tip of his nose, which made him chuckle. “I came upstairs with you because you’re sexy and funny and I wanted you. Obviously the chemistry boiled over and we had to get it out of our systems.”
“It’s still boiling.”
“I can feel that. You’d think a hotel like this would have thicker bathrobes.”
“Maybe I should see a doctor about it.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m still not playing doctor with you.”
“Okay.” There was no way he was getting off the bed while her robe was teasing him with glimpses of skin. “I could be a pirate and you could be my serving wench.”
“No.” She was trying not to smile at him, but he knew the battle was almost lost. “How about I be the woman with a ton of stuff to pack and you be the guy who takes my luggage to the car.”
He shifted so he was wedged between her legs more firmly. “Depends. Will I get a special tip?”
“Sure. Don’t eat the yellow snow.”
“Smartass.” He cupped her face in his hand, running his thumb over her lips. “How about I be the guy who thinks you’re amazing and gorgeous and who can’t keep his hands off of you?”
“And I’ll be the woman who’s susceptible to that kind of flattery.” The rush of victory heightened the rush of desire, and Adrian pushed the robe down over her shoulders. “We do have to go home today, though.”
“Eventually,” he conceded before taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
It was almost dusk when they finally drove away from the Mount Lafayette, but Adrian didn’t regret the late start. Once he hit the highway, he set the cruise control and steered with his left hand, while holding her hand with the other.
Neither of them had really mentioned tomorrow. He wished he knew what her expectations were, as far as their relationship. If he assumed too much, it could make things rocky at work. But if he assumed too little, he could miss out on a great thing.
He glanced over at her, trying to come up with the right words to subtly bring up the subject, and then he had to chuckle softly. She was already asleep, her head cradled in the shoulder strap of her seat belt.
So much for that conversation. He was a little relieved, he had to admit to himself. If they didn’t talk about it, she couldn’t tell him it had been a weekend fling she’d already put behind her.
Four and a half hours of radio surfing and fighting road hypnosis later, he shook Rachel awake. “Hey, honey. You need to wake up and tell me where you live.”
“You know where I live,” she mumbled.
“In theory, yes. In the reality of navigating this city at night? Not so much.”
Groggy, she sat up straight and gave him directions to her apartment. There was no off-street parking, so he took her key and left her in the SUV while he carried her suitcase up the stairs and set it just inside her door.
She met him halfway down the walk, clearly exhausted. “I’m sorry I slept all the way home. I wasn’t very good company, I guess.”
“No, it was good. Your snoring kept me awake.” She rolled her eyes, apparently too tired to take a swipe
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