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He offered his arm, but she retreated a step. Calm. Composur
e. She drew herself up and forced a polite smile. “I think this was a bad idea. I’d like to go home now.”
He rocked back on his heels, his face open and vulnerable for once. He didn’t look like he was any more in control of what had happened back in that cab then she was. It made her relax a tiny bit.
Meeting her eyes, he asked, “Do you really want to go home? Or are you just a little bit scared of what happened? I’ll admit, it was pretty damn intense.”
“Well, yes and no.” She blew out a breath. If he was going to be completely honest, then so would she. “This scared me, yes. This is entirely unlike me. I don’t normally do…do that. In the back of a cab. With a stranger.”
His grin was wolfish. Dangerous. And it sent delicious tremors right down into the heart of her. “If that was any indication…you’ve been needing to for a long time.”
Wrong thing to say—even if he was absolutely correct. “You have no idea what I do or don’t need.”
He stepped closer, his nostrils flaring. “I know that I need you. I know that I don’t want you to leave, but will stand here and watch you drive off in a cab if you want to go.”
She closed her eyes. Need wasn’t an adequate word to describe the molten thing curling in her stomach and flowing lower with every moment, but if she stayed…she knew she would end up in his bed. Tonight. Did she really want that? Was she ready?
“I don’t want to go,” she finally whispered.
Before the words were completely out of her mouth, he was behind her—wrapping his arms around her, pulling her back against his body. Lust was a potent thing that left her dizzy. The heat of him wrapped around her until she felt lewd, a flush of arousal swallowing her like a burning, wet mouth licking everywhere over her skin.
And from the way he pressed into her, at least one part of him was very honestly, genuinely interested in her. In what they’d been doing in the back of the cab. In what they could be doing upstairs in just a few minutes.
His broad hands spread over her stomach, smoothing down the front of her skirt with a deliberate touch. His voice rumbled in her ear, rough and compelling. “Come inside with me.”
She trembled. Trembled and pressed back against him. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples achingly sensitive, the pulse between her thighs hot and ready, every part of her aching for that touch to wander a little more. She licked her lips. “Is this why you brought me here?”
“No,” he said, and pulled her tighter against him until she could feel his heartbeat throbbing in the hard flesh pressed against her bottom. “I brought you here because my hotel has a fabulous Mexican restaurant that doesn’t even have salads on the menu.”
Her laughter burst out before she could stop it, then trailed into a sigh as his lips feathered over her neck. His stubble teased her until every light brush against her throat sent prickles through her entire body.
“Thomas—Thomas, we’re outside on the sidewalk—”
“Then let’s not be.”
He drew back, leaving her cold. Before she could protest, he laced his fingers with hers and drew her toward the door.
She followed him without speaking.
Words were pointless. When she decided to stay, she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. She fell silent and followed him into the hotel. His long strides slowed past the front door, relaxing into casual arrogance. She stole a quick glance up at him. His face was impassive—but when he caught her look from the corner of his eye, the heat smoldering there sent a thrill through her that left her thighs aching.
God, she was really going to do this. Have meaningless sex with a man she barely knew.
She almost chickened out at the elevator. Almost protested, but then the doors opened and he pulled her inside with sure, easy strength. They were the only ones inside; he hit the button for the seventh floor.
The moment the doors shut, he was on her.
Her breath flew from her as those godforsakenly wondrous hands curled against her waist and pushed her back against the steel wall of the elevator. His body, wild savagery barely caged inside the civilized layer of his shirt, pressed hot against her.
His lips melded to hers. He ravished her mouth, filling her with the taste of him, caressing her so deeply it was delicious. Indecent. Lascivious. Obscene, and so unlike her that, as she melted under his kiss, she wondered dimly who this soft, yielding woman was, moaning in his arms.
Then his fingers stroked down over her hips and dragged her close; his cock nudged against her, hard and sinful and thrilling. She whimpered and clung to him. That wanton woman she didn’t recognize wrapped her legs around his waist. The hard heaviness of him spread her thighs until they hurt, and her skirt inched up her legs, baring her to him. Baring her to the burning pressure of him, the insistent need nudging against her, teasing her through panties so thin she almost felt him against her bare skin.
The elevator doors slid apart with a soft chime. Without releasing her mouth or her body, he carried her into the hallway. His hands slid down to cup her ass, fingers gripping with a maddening roughness. With every slow, blind, fumbling step down the hallway, his mouth ravished hers until she was trembling, panting, biting him with an urgency that simmered under her skin and trembled in her bones.
With a husky snarl, he slammed her up against the door of a room. The breath knocked from her. The door rattled in its frame. His mouth dipped to her throat, but she tangled her fingers in his hair and dragged him back to kiss him. She wanted to taste more of him. Devour him. Sink into him and never let go.
She wasn’t sure how he got the door unlocked. Wasn’t sure when his hand left her ass and found the keycard. She dimly heard the beep of the security lock over the harsh mingling of their breaths. Then the door opened behind her and they nearly fell into the room together. He raked his hands over her body, lingering to caress the outer curves of her breasts. She tore at his tie, ripping it off him hungrily.
