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His cell phone started to vibrate on his belt, but he didn’t think he’d care if the fire alarm was going off right now. He was too into Darla, too into her honeysuckle-sweet taste, her scent, her perfect ivory body. Her satisfaction. That was the ultimate turn-on, the ultimate goal, and Blake went after it with the fierceness of a wild animal. He wanted it, he had to have it. Nothing but her complete, utter satisfaction would do. And so he licked and caressed her to a simmering slow down until she inhaled deeply, as if she’d forgotten to breathe, and that breath brought her back to reality.
She blinked down at him, her cheeks flushed red, her bottom lip swollen from his kisses. “That was…” she started, her voice trailing off, her teeth working her bottom lip.
“A warm-up,” he promised, kissing the inside of her thigh and easing her leg over his shoulder and her foot back to the ground. “We’re only just getting started.” He pushed to his feet, palming her backside and lifting her.
She made a surprised sound and hung on to him, her arms holding tight around his neck and her legs around his waist. He went down on the bed on top of her, the feel of her beneath him a tiny piece of heaven. “I have to warn you,” he confessed, “you’ve got me right on the edge, sweetheart, and my slow romancing is about to explode into fast and hard if we aren’t careful.”
“Fast and hard sounds good right now,” she said, again proving she wasn’t all about prim and proper. “But you said it yourself. Talk is cheap and you’re still wearing your pants.”
His cell phone vibrated on his belt again and her eyes went wide. “Is that your phone?”
“Yes,” he said. “And whoever it is can wait.” He slanted his mouth over hers, claiming her. She whimpered, her tongue searching for his, her hands gripping his back. One of her legs entangled his as if she feared he’d get away. He wasn’t going anywhere. His phone vibrated again. Ignoring it with Darla underneath him and her hands all over his body wasn’t hard. Hell. He couldn’t even manage to pull himself away from her long enough to fully undress. She tasted of honey, felt like sunshine. He spread her legs wider and sank deeper between them. Arching against her sex, his hands explored her body.
“Please,” she whispered. “Take off those damn pants before I scream in frustration.”
“One more kiss,” he said. Just then, the hotel phone started to ring. Blake went still. He burned to kiss her into oblivion and ignore the call, but he couldn’t. Not when his phone had been going off and hers wasn’t getting a good mountain signal. He was so frustrated, the last thing he wanted was to make her feel second to anybody in that moment. “As much as I don’t want you to, you have to get that. It could be the studio.” He rolled off her and grabbed his phone, checking his text messages. “It’s Meagan. She wants us to meet her for drinks after all.”
Darla scrabbled for the nightstand. Blake turned to find her grabbing the phone and giving him an alluring view of her creamy white backside. The one he’d had pressing into his palms a few minutes ago. The one he had a feeling wasn’t going to be pressed into his palms again tonight.
“Yes, hi, Meagan,” Darla said, sitting up and looking over her shoulder at him. “I’m not sure about Blake. His phone must be having signal issues, too.” She frowned. “I’ll go knock on his door. Sure. Yes. I’ll meet you in twenty minutes.” She hung up the phone. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Blake grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms. Damn, she felt good, and he didn’t want to let her go. “And I can’t believe I had you naked and never even managed to get my pants off. You’re going to regret this as soon as we leave this room, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am,” she said, her words giving him an unexpected jab in his chest until she added, “What kind of woman can’t get a man’s pants off?” She pressed her lips to his. “And now I’m going to be thinking of how to do it the entire time we’re with Meagan.”
“And even if I buy that, which I don’t, I know where this is headed. Our one night just ended.”
“Well,” she said, barely giving him a pebble of hope. “It could be fast and everyone says good-night.”
“More likely,” he said unhappily, “it’ll stretch into hours when everyone should be in bed resting. Except you. You should be in bed with me.”
She laughed. “That was my plan, in case you hadn’t noticed.” She ran her fingers over his jaw. “Thank you for making sure I didn’t miss that call when you could have easily distracted me from it.”
