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Tony yanked open the door before Amanda could say anything. Wasn’t this a cozy ensemble—a naked woman, an angry Italian and the man who knew all of her sweet spots but no longer wanted to use them. This was hell.
Brad stepped toward Amanda, his expression grim. “What are you doing in Tony’s room?”
“What business is it of yours, Brad?” she demanded, furious he had the gall to question her when he’d ignored her for all this time.
“I happen to know how important your job is to you. Do you know how this looks?”
Amanda let out a bark of harsh laughter. “You found us out, Brad. Me, Tony and Alice have a hot thing going on.”
“My name isn’t Alice.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t care what your name is,” Amanda said.
Brad swore. “What the hell, Amanda?”
“Don’t curse at me!”
“I don’t know what this is all about and frankly, I don’t care.” Tony raised his voice. “I’m having a freaking crisis here. Can we get back to me?”
Amanda glared at Tony. “Meet me in the café in an hour.”
“I thought you said five minutes. I need to talk now.”
“I changed my mind. I’m going to take a shower and call Laura. I suggest you do a little housecleaning.”
Tony seemed as though he wanted to argue but refrained. “Fine.”
Brad grabbed Amanda’s arm as she turned to leave. “Amanda.”
“Let go.”
He did as she requested, but was on her heels when she stepped into the hallway. She started for the elevator when he attempted to redirect her toward his room.
She dug in her heels. “No.”
The elevator opened and a room service attendant stepped out. Brad glanced at the man and let go of Amanda. She darted away, but he followed her into the elevator. She hit the lobby level, afraid to go to her room because of what she might do if alone with Brad.
Silence filled the car.
“I missed you,” he said softly.
She didn’t look at him. Didn’t dare. “You have a funny way of showing it.”
“We need to talk.”
Not a chance.
She whirled around to face him. “We had a fling. It’s over. End of subject. Or it would have been if you hadn’t blasted your way into Tony’s room. How do you suggest we explain your territorial he-man routine? Because you just royally screwed me.” She paused. “Again.”
His face flashed with surprise as the doors opened. Amanda rushed forward, desperate to get away from him. She managed all of a few steps before Brad crowded her with his larger body, dictating where she went. She could either go along with him or bring attention to herself, a fact he no doubt counted on. Suddenly, Brad yanked her into a tiny handicapped bathroom.
“What do you think you are doing?” she demanded as he locked the door.
In one swift move, he picked her up, set her on top of the counter, and pressed her legs apart. He stepped between them as if he had that right. “Do you know how furious I was when I saw you go into Tony’s room?”
She wasn’t a toy to be played with. “You have no say over what I do or who I do it with.”
“What if I said I want to? What if I said I care about everything you do?”
She felt her lips tremble despite her efforts to act unaffected. “I’d say you have a funny way of showing it. Not that it matters. I can’t keep doing this with you, Brad. I can’t.”
He tilted his head forward and inhaled. “I love how you smell.”
Amanda’s hands curled against the counter to keep from touching him. She didn’t want to fall under his spell again.
“No more, Brad.”
Their eyes locked and his burned with heat. His thumbs slid back and forth on her cheeks, the callused tips sending a rush of sensation through her entire body. “I missed you, Amanda.”
She wanted to believe him but she didn’t dare. When she didn’t respond, he added, “Tell me you missed me, too,”
“We both know we can’t do this.”
“We can.”
Amanda squeezed her eyes shut. “No.” The word was barely audible.
His lips hovered above hers, his breath warm and tantalizing as he responded. “Yes.” His mouth brushed hers. “Yes.”
Then they were kissing. A slow, sensual slide of tongues that seduced, taking Amanda beyond reason. In only a few moments, the gentle, sensual kiss transformed into something hot and wildly passionate. Brad’s hands were everywhere, molding her to him, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His touch, his mouth, his body, demanded her participation and she gave it freely, no longer willing to fight. No man set her on fire this way.
His palms skimmed her skirt upward, caressing her bare legs. While their tongues tangled, tasted, devoured, his fingers eased past her silk thong.
She gasped as he slid two fingers along her sensitive flesh, spreading the proof of her arousal and teasing her clit with excruciating perfection. Instinct and need pressed her onward, and Amanda reached for his pants, releasing his erection and circling the width with her hand, guiding him to where she ached for completion. Moments later, he was inside her, filling her, completing her in a way she didn’t remember sex ever doing.
