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Cage let the door shut and checked the lock behind him. Flimsier than shit. Theft was likely a raging problem here if that was the best defense between the contents of a guest’s room and a stranger.
Shaking his head, he hustled to catch up to Karis, who was halfway down the hall, pretty ass swishing with every step. Fuck, he hadn’t forgotten brushing the underwear from those cheeks, kissing them during his oral travels across her body, clutching them as he plunged deeper into her with every thrust.
“You been wearing that bathing suit around the resort all week?” He glanced at the round flesh half peeking out from the formfitting fabric.
Her thighs looked sleek, as if she was the sort of girl whose cardio often included a good run. She had a bit of thigh gap, enough to look good in tiny outfits but not so much that he worried she was starving. Her filigree tattoo began mid-back and wound gracefully to the small of her spine with feminine swirls and curved lines, then disappeared into her bikini bottoms. It turned him the fuck on. Everything about her did, from the wispy ringlets curling at her nape in the humidity to her narrow feet.
“I’ve got a collection of similar ones. Why?” She pressed the button to call the elevator.
Because he was hard-pressed to believe that men at this resort hadn’t been tripping all over themselves to get close to her. Instead, it looked as if someone had chosen to take the goodies in her suitcase rather than the goodies in her panties. To him, that didn’t make sense.
As the elevator doors opened with a ding, she stepped inside and he followed. “I’m wondering if you might have flirted with or rebuffed someone around here who decided to get your attention in a totally different way.”
“I’ve talked to a lot of people.”
Cage didn’t want to imagine who.
When it came to one-night stands, Karis was hardly his first rodeo. He had no idea why he was so hung up…except that there was something about her. She’d felt better than good in his arms. She’d been funny and sensitive, sexy and interesting. Different. Vulnerable.
He’d never been that guy who lost his head over a woman. Hell, he’d barely had a romantic relationship that lasted more than a few weeks. One-nighters and friends with benefits were more his speed. But he’d hoped Karis took him more seriously, wanted more from him than sex.
Now, Cage was beginning to think he’d been a dumb ass and that she’d just wanted a good lay after all. It sucked. “Stop dancing around my questions and tell me the truth. Have you slept with anyone since you’ve been here?”
She reared back at him. “Not that it’s any of your business—”
“Well, if you want me to help keep you safe until your paperwork comes through, then I have to figure out who might have gone stalker on you.”
“It was a theft,” she reminded as the elevator descended.
“Absolutely, but he didn’t take anything of Wisteria’s?”
Her frown said that puzzled her, too. “No.”
“I noticed your iPad was still on your nightstand, so he didn’t take that, either. How much was your jewelry worth?”
“Next to nothing.”
“How much cash did you have?”
“Forty bucks I stuck back in case of an emergency. The rest of it was in my pocket.”
“And has he tried to use your credit cards?”
She paused, then shook her head. “So far, no.” And she sounded almost puzzled by that. “When I called to cancel them, the banks said there’d been no activity on the accounts at all.”
He nodded. “Normally, that’s the first thing a thief would use because they know the numbers will be voided soon. So mostly what this guy took from you was your way out of the country.”
The elevator came to a shaking stop. After a long moment, the doors opened. Automatically, Cage fitted a hand at the small of Karis’s back and escorted her out. She shivered at his touch. He couldn’t miss it, just like he couldn’t escape the zip of heat that flooded his blood and settled into his cock.
With a little jerk, she pulled away and looked back at him with a warning not to lay hands on her again.
What the hell? The night they’d met, she hadn’t been able to get naked with him fast enough. She hadn’t been able to pull him inside her deep enough. She hadn’t been able to slake her hunger often enough. In fairness, he hadn’t either. From the moment his younger brother had introduced them, she’d reduced him into a puddle of oil, then tossed her flames all over him. The bonfire they generated had been a fucking combustible conflagration.
Now she seemed to have the personality of a glitchy freezer.
“Maybe…you’re right,” she conceded. “I didn’t stop to look at the situation that way.”
“You were too rattled. You felt violated.”
