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He checked the peephole and swallowed a groan.
Fuck, was he dreaming?
He swung the door open. Denver was standing in the hallway in just flip-flops and an oversized Raiders football jersey, her long dark hair pinned up away from her un-made-up face. Her brown eyes were so huge he could’ve drowned in them.
“Hi,” she said softly, and Christ, he was sunk.
He didn’t even think about what to do next. Normally, he was the guy with a plan. He’d been the one who had strategized how to position Warning Sign in the early days, because practicality was in his blood.
It had been until he’d been inside this woman and forgotten what it was like to breathe without her by his side.
Cupping her face between his palms, he feasted on her mouth until she went pliant. She swayed against him, fisting a hand in the waistband of his boxers, rising up on her tiptoes to chase his lips when he eased back for a second to haul in air.
No time for that. No time for anything but her slapping her hands on his chest and shoving him into his suite, then kicking the door closed before he fell backwards onto the bed.
She scrambled up his body, her greedy fingers already sneaking into his shorts, her mouth a fever on his throat. Teeth grazed his skin and he groaned, throwing back his head even as he coasted his hand under her top and up her spine, desperate for the satin of her flesh. Always desperate. Somehow he knew even if they did this a million ways over a million years, he’d alway
s feel this endless frenzy just to get more.
But this wasn’t some random chick. This was his best friend, the woman who meant so much more to him than a hotel hookup.
“Colorado, wait,” he whispered, fisting a handful of her hair to drag her head back. She moaned, the sound as ripe as the warmth of her pussy daring him to take as she ground herself against his cock. The thin layers of fabric between them—her panties and his boxers—were no match for her liquid heat.
Holy fuck.
“Don’t want to.” She dropped kisses all over his face and down his neck. Over the slope of his shoulder and across his chest. Everywhere her silky lips could touch. “Don’t want to talk either. Just wanna fuck. Please.”
How was he supposed to say no to her? But he had to, because he couldn’t just be the guy she bounced on at four-thirty a.m. His dick might have no issue with that, but the rest of him was a different story.
He rolled her beneath him and lightly pulsed his cock between her legs. When she whimpered, he laid a finger over her lips. “If we’re going to do this again, we need some ground rules. Ones we set before, not after.”
Her lashes fluttered in the dim light from the lamp he’d left on in the other room. He hadn’t been able to deal with total darkness tonight. That hadn’t borne examining. Neither had the dreams of chasing a figure he could never quite catch.
Because she was here right now, and he couldn’t fuck this up. Not again.
“You were mad at me earlier and now you’re here and it’s late. Is this a booty call? You need some, so you put on some sexy clothes and came at me when I’m too weak to fight you off?”
Her lips twitched beneath his finger. “You don’t feel weak to me.” She bumped her pelvis against his and damn if he didn’t moan like he was in serious need. “And this is your idea of sexy clothes?”
“Oh, hell yeah. The Raiders logo stretched by your perfect tits?” He plucked one of her diamond-hard nipples and she shifted restlessly against the mattress. “Shit, I could come from looking at you this way, never mind anything else.” He lowered his mouth to her ear. “Though I don’t like the idea of you wandering these hallways dressed like this so anyone could see.” He reached around to fill his hand with her ass. “This is all fucking mine.”
Instead of laughing, she turned her face away, not so subtly putting distance between them. “I came from Elle’s room. So just a few feet up the hall. Anyway, who says I’m yours?”
“You did, by showing up here tonight with needs I’m the only one who can fulfill.” Slowly, he looped his fingers around her wrists and dragged her arms above her head, stretching her out until her stiff nipples tempted him by nearly poking through her jersey. “Just want to hear you say it. To finally acknowledge what’s between us.”
“Right now, what’s between us is a rock-hard cock.” She licked her lips. “One I want to ride.”
“What changed between you being pissed at me at The Velvet Vault and you coming here to screw at dawn?”
“It’s not quite dawn yet.” She huffed out a breath that ruffled the strand of hair clinging to her cheek. “Elle’s guy fucked a groupie in your bed. I thought it was you, and I got jealous.” While he stared at her, she lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him. “Not saying I’m not still pissed at you for gambling, because I am. Setting up—”
“Den, I didn’t go. I heard some guys talking about a game, but I didn’t follow up. Even after we fought. It would’ve been easy to get in on a game tonight while I was annoyed at you for being annoyed with me, but I didn’t. Want to know why?”
“You were annoyed at me for being annoyed at you?”
“Yes, because I didn’t do anything. It’s honestly not all that serious. So what, I wanted to win back your money. I don’t like owing you. But I’m not jonesing for the high of gambling.” He dropped his forehead to hers. “I’d much rather get high from the thrill of sinking balls deep into your tight little cunt.”
Her lips rounded, and her eyes went bright. In his hold, her wrists flexed. “You have miles of dirty in you I so never guessed.”
