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His mind jumped to the photos he’d found on his ex-wife’s phone after he learned about her affair. He’d never forget the close-ups of the plumber’s junk. And he knew that if Chrissie sent him intimate shots of the woman on the other side of the door, or pictures of the two of them, he wouldn’t be turned on. He’d be heartbroken.
“Good,” she said and forced a small smile. But it quickly faded. “So they gave you the all clear and you still want to come to Vegas? I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“I have five days before I report back,” he explained. “I’d like to spend them with you. Plus, your last show in Vegas proved you need extra protection.”
“You’re worried I’ll be attacked again?” she asked, her eyes widening.
Shit, he didn’t want to scare her. “No, I’m not worried. And I think you’ll be safe with Moira. I reviewed all of the résumés, and she’s the best.”
“Then why aren’t you staying here?” she asked. “You could work on your knee. Rest up. See your friends.”
“My knee is fine. The doctor said I could jump out of a plane tomorrow, land, and run ten miles. And I’d be fine.”
“Jump out of a plane,” she repeated. “If I had to do that, I wouldn’t be worried about my knees. I think I’d probably have a panic attack before I reached the ground.”
“Nah.” He closed the space between them and cupped her cheeks in his hands. “I’ve seen you up on the stage night after night. It takes a lot more guts to do what you do.”
His thumbs stroked her cheeks. They’d been careful to steer clear of each other since their detour to the New Mexico rest stop. But he had to touch her. “I want to spend the next few days with you. I’ll have time for training when I get back. Let me go with you to Vegas. Not as your bodyguard, but as your friend. We can get dinner at one of the fancy celebrity-chef restaurants.”
“A dinner date?” She wrapped her hands around his wrists, but she didn’t push him away. She held tight to him as if she hated the idea of letting go as much as he did.
“Yeah. Call me a romantic, but I don’t want this to end with a BJ on the side of a highway.”
She smiled and ran her hands up his arms. “I thought that would have been a high note for you.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. Then he drew back and looked down at her. “I won’t forget it, trust me. But I want more. A chance to talk while we share a meal. Then a trip to the bedroom where we both come. I want it all.”
Her smile faded. “Impossible.”
“Is it?” He released her cheeks and ran his hands over her bare shoulders, down past her sequined tube top. He stopped when he reached her hips and held tight. “I know I’m going back to my team and you’re hitting up God knows where next—”
“Nashville and then a bunch of east coast cities,” she supplied.
“All I’m asking for is one date.”
And the chance to let you know that I love you when you don’t have your mouth wrapped around my cock.
“Dante—”
“One more night in Sin City,” he said. “What do you say?”
“Yes.” She rose up and pressed her lips to his. “But I have two conditions.”
“Done.”
“But you haven’t heard what I’m asking for yet,” she protested. “You can’t just say yes.”
“All right.” He lowered his lips to her ear. “Tell me your demands, honey.”
“First, while that door is locked…”
He pulled her closer and let her feel how much she turned him on. “Go on,” he murmured.
“I want a massage,” she said.
He laughed. “All right. And your second demand?”
“His and hers Sin City orgasms when we get to Vegas.”
