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“I guess you’re okay for a guy who had me babysit his mother for two days.”
He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip and smiled. “Did you have somewhere else you needed to be?”
She kissed his thumb, then put her hands on his big arms. “Acapulco.” She swayed into him, and her breasts pressed into his chest. Her palms slid to his shoulders, and she rose onto the balls of her feet. “I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon in Acapulco.”
As he had the day before, he dropped a soft kiss on her mouth. “With a guy you don’t know.”
She didn’t know him, either. Only two short days, but after his mouth came back for a third kiss, she wasn’t counting anymore.
His tongue touched hers and swept into her mouth, hot and intense and curling her toes into her boots. A deep, satisfied “uuh” came from his chest, and she combed her fingers into his hair. He liked it, and the “uuh” turned into a deep groan. The kiss caught fire and she clung to him, the only stable thing in a world gone out of control. She slid her hands down his sides and back until he captured her wrists. Without breaking the kiss, he pinned them to the door above her head, and something deep and primitive within her responded to the force of his restraint. She moaned deep in her throat as desire twisted and knotted her stomach.
“This is the time to tell me to leave.”
“Do you want to leave?” She licked her lips.
“No.”
She didn’t want him to leave, either.
She didn’t want to be alone with her own thoughts.
She felt safe with him.
She liked the way he kissed her.
“Do you want to come inside for a drink?” she asked.
“What do you have?”
“Ginger ale.”
Silence stretched between them and she thought he might resist the temptation of ginger ale and her. They both knew if he went inside her room, they would end up naked. Which was a bad idea.
She didn’t know him. a. He could be a killer.
It was impulsive, and following her impulses was bad. a. Standing in Sandspit with a man she didn’t know.
Kind of promiscuous. a. She liked to have feelings for a man first.
“Where is the key card?” he asked.
“Next to my phone.” Or ending up naked could be good:
She didn’t know him. a. Would never see him again.
Impulsive. a. Would never see him again.
Promiscuous. a. Who cares!
“I’ll just get that for you.” The desire in his gaze turned even hotter. He wanted to be with her as badly as she wanted to be with him. It was crazy but felt perfectly sane.
“I’m a helpful guy.” He held her wrists with one hand and lowered the other to dip inside the bomber jacket. Easily, he unbuttoned the shirt. He parted the fabric, and the cold breeze swept across her breasts and hardened her nipples. His lids lowered a sleepy fraction, and he pulled a breath deep into his lungs. “Where could it be,” he asked, and brushed her skin along the edge of her corset.
“Do you want a hint?”
“No.” He pulled the phone from her cleavage and stuck it in his back pocket. “I’ll find it for you.”
“Because you’re a helpful guy?”
