From Enemies to Expecting(30)

“What are you saying, that we’d become a real couple?” he asked.

What did that even mean? How would they manage the logistics of that?

“Sweetie, you’re thinking about all of this way too hard.” She took his hand and flipped it over, exposing his palm, where she laid her room key as some kind of offering. Or challenge. “We don’t need rules or definitions. That’s how things get all messed up. All we need is to know that once we step through that door, we’re both going to have a lot of orgasms. Together.”

Something akin to relief rushed through his body along with a very strong lick of lust that put every nerve on high alert. She was doing her best to make this all about sex. Which was working. What did it matter whether she was a woman he could marry or not? That wasn’t on the table, for either of them. Why was he even struggling with this?

She closed his fingers around her room key. “This is your show, Logan. If you want to play this as a publicity angle, I’m all for it. Think about how much sizzle photographs of us will have if we’re actually burning up the sheets. It’s a no-brainer.”

The key to everything was literally in his hand. She’d given him the choice—wisely—because then he couldn’t say he hadn’t made it. “You’re just going to keep throwing out my rules until I give in, aren’t you?”

Wickedness laced her smile. “I’m pretty sure I already have. Oh, wait. I forgot rule number one. Logan McLaughlin, I dare you to take what you want. Let me fulfill every last fantasy you’ve ever had but were too busy being nice to indulge in.”

That was the sexiest thing a woman had ever said to him.

“Every one?” he murmured. She didn’t move, but thick, dense awareness rolled between them like fog with teeth, weighting his words. “I’m afraid even you couldn’t keep up with my vivid imagination. It’s been in high gear pretty much since the moment you told me you had a tongue piercing.”

“Try me.”

The chemistry that had been building since day one exploded inside him, and he pressed her up against the door before he could think. Not thinking worked for him. She’d given him permission to feel and he planned to.

Mouth on hers, he angled her head in a fiery kiss that flowed through him, hot, molten. When she added her tongue, he sucked it in greedily. Sensation cleaved across his flesh as she worked that steel bar.

He had so many fantasies about that thing. Where to start?

Her lush little body didn’t fit against his the way he wanted, so he wedged a hand under her thigh and boosted her higher against the door until his raging erection slid into the valley between her thighs.

She moaned in a register that drove him insane. When she felt pleasure, she let him know. That was powerful, and it burst open something inside him. He wanted more of that, more of her under his mouth, more of her crying out his name.

But they were still in the hall. Because he hadn’t yet committed.

It was time to take this behind closed doors.

Scrabbling with the plastic in his hand, he somehow got it into the slot without letting go of her. The door swung open, and just so there was no opportunity for either of them to throw down another roadblock, he picked her up to carry her across the threshold. It was symbolic, maybe more for him than her, but her feminine sigh unfolded something inside him as he kicked the door shut.

When he laid her out on the bed, he meant to immediately dive back into the kiss he’d had to cut short with the room entrance logistics. But he paused for a half second to drink her in, because she was a stunning sight, lounging there on the bedspread wearing that simple white dress. She’d put it on for no other reason than because she wanted to please him.

She had. She did. Constantly, even when they were crossing swords. A lot of times, he didn’t even care if he won the battle because the act of fighting it turned him on. It should bother him. How messed up was that? But everything about her turned him on, and he was done resisting it.

But before he could get started on the million or so fantasies he’d lined up in his mind, she rolled to her knees and reached for his belt buckle, drawing him closer as she peered up through her lashes. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

His shaft grew impossibly harder, and it took a supreme amount of will to gather his faculties enough to still her hands. She’d already gotten his belt unbuckled and had started to pull it from its mooring.

“No,” he said hoarsely. “That’s not what I want.”

Obviously his meaning did not compute, because she cocked a brow and broke free of his hold to yank the belt completely off. “In case I’m not being clear, I’m going down on you. Right now.”