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London released a long, contented sigh. “I will never question you again, Drew Sullivan.”
Her words were slurred, but he knew she wasn’t drunk. She hadn’t had any wine since lunch. That was total relaxation he heard in her voice.
“I take it you enjoyed your first massage?” Drew asked.
“I’m not sure I’m even awake. Am I awake?” she asked.
“Semi-awake,” he said. “You know, with the amount of stress you carry on your shoulders, a massage should be part of your weekly decompression routine.”
“I first have to create a decompression routine. When I do, a weekly massage will be at the top of the list,” she said. “They won’t allow us to sleep here, will they? Because I could totally fall asleep right now.”
“As nice as it is here, our hotel room is even better.” Drew pushed himself up from the massage table, with London reluctantly following. It took considerable effort to remain on his side of the room while they both dressed. Knowing he would be alone with her in their hotel room within the hour was the only thing that kept him away from her.
They were greeted on the other side of the door with fruit-infused water and bags filled with complimentary miniature bottles of the products that had been used during their massages. And now all he could think about was using these on London later.
The boutique hotel wasn’t the kind of place with online check-in service, so they had to go the old-school route and visit the front desk. They were handed yet another gift bag, this one with peach-and-lavender-scented soaps and candles, and other items representing the Texas Hill Country. The woman at the front desk started to tell them about things to do in the area, but Drew cut her off in the nicest way possible.
“We’re only here for the night,” he said. “Thanks for your help.” Then he took London by the hand and started for the hotel’s elevator.
By the time they arrived at their suite, the anticipation that had been building in Drew’s blood since the moment London undressed for her massage had reached cataclysmic levels. He dropped the two gift bags on the table next to the door and shoved his fingers in London’s curls. He backed up against the door and pulled her to him, shoving his tongue past her lips and drowning in how good she tasted.
They both worked in a hurry, stripping each other of their clothes while attempting to keep their mouths connected. They fell onto the bed with London ending up on top. Drew shut his eyes tight and hissed as her short nails dug into his chest.
Fuck.He loved it when she did that.
He willingly gave her free rein to do whatever she wanted to him, knowing it would be a thousand times better than anything his mind could conjure.
She straddled his lap and ran her hands along his torso.
“Shit,” she said, stopping mid-stroke.
Drew’s eyes popped open. “What’s wrong?”
“Condom.”
Holy shit.How had they forgotten that?
She climbed off him and got out of bed. She looked around. “Wait. Where are our bags?”
“Bell services still has them,” Drew said. He’d left the bags with the luggage service before their massages. “They were supposed to bring them up after we checked in.”
Had he replaced the condom he’d taken from his wallet the first time they were together? He hadn’t bothered to check because the only place they had sex was in his apartment, which was fully stocked.
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. “Bell services.”
Thank God.
“One minute,” Drew called. In a lowered voice he told London to go into the bathroom.
He pulled the top sheet from the bed and wrapped it around his waist. Where was his jacket? He found it on the floor and pulled his wallet from the inside breast pocket. He got a twenty for the bellhop and opened the door just wide enough to poke his head through and slip the guy the cash.
“You can leave those outside the door,” Drew said.
The guy looked at him strangely, but then dropped the bags, took his money, and left. Drew peered up and down the hallway before opening the door wider and quickly pulling both duffel bags inside. When he turned around, London was standing near the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around her.
“This is like a scene out of a sappy rom-com,” London said.
Drew let go of the sheet he held around his waist. “I don’t watch many sappy rom-coms. How dirty do they get?”
