Shivering, she felt her feet touch the ground and looked on as Ren retrieved her handbag from the floor and started digging for her room key. Unable to speak or even to breathe as lust beat a quick path through her body, she watched him.
Ren plunged the plastic key into the door and glanced her way. His eyes were dark and mysterious as they swept over her. “Hold that thought.”
Sadie shoved shaking fingers into her tousled hair, pushing it from her forehead. “How’d you know I was thinking?”
“Honey, you’re always thinking. You are a scary woman.”
Scary?
Now there was a thought.
Silent laughter swam through her mind, but then he grabbed her hand and drew her into the luxurious hotel suite. Sure, it had been quite a thing to splurge on, but she figured she deserved it after living in a one-horse town since the moment of her birth. Besides, seeing Ren again was worth any cost, so why not do it in style? The lovely sitting room was shrouded in darkness except for the floor lamp she’d left on. It sat near a bank of windows and the French doors leading to a balcony that provided a glorious ocean view.
Of course, who cared about an ocean view at a time like this?
“Can I get you a drink?” she whispered as sudden uncertainty swept her.
Ren, looking dark, manly and intense, shook his head. “Uh uh.”
“Um. You didn’t have dessert. Want me to order something?”
His teeth flashed white in the semi-darkness, but the smile disappeared as once again he shook his head.
Sadie stared. She licked her lips. Honest to God, she felt herself twitching, and it wasn’t all from the lust his touch had sent coursing through her veins. Feeling like a thirteen-year-old at her first boy-girl school dance, she reminded herself that she was a grown woman and not a kid.
“Stop it, Sadie.”
“What?”
“Fidgeting. You started this business, but I’m going to finish it. Got that?” He stalked to her, scooped her up, and looked straight into her eyes. “Where’s the bedroom?”
She nodded toward the closed door across the room, and Ren headed straight for it. All she could do at that point was hang on for the ride. Giving in, she tightened her arms around his shoulders and leaned into him.
“That’s better,” he murmured as he stopped beside her neatly made bed. “I don’t want you scared and jittery, sweetheart. I want you to feel good.” Once he sat her on her feet, he settled his palm at the side of her face, tracing the corner of her lips with his thumb. “Just leave everything to me.”
Oh boy.
Yeah, she could do that, and Sadie suspected she was in capable hands. Ren was built to give a woman pleasure, and she could sure use some of that. Especially from him. He’d been the star of a gazillion delicious sex fantasies over the years, but this time she didn’t need a humming, battery-operated thingamajig to get her off. Ren was here in the flesh, and if the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans was any indication, he was ready to rock and roll.
Maintaining eye contact, Ren grabbed the small black pager attached to his belt and tossed it to the foot of the bed. “I’m always on call.”
“Hope the damn thing stays quiet tonight.”
One corner of his lips kicked up. “One of the requirements of being a SEAL, honey, but I figure we’ll just push that possibility to the back of our minds.” Then he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and sent a handful of condom packets sailing to join the pager on the bedspread.
“Optimistic.”
“Always,” he said.
Sadie didn’t let herself think of whom he planned to use all that protection with, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t her. Jealousy gnawed at her, but she was a realist. Before tonight they’d simply been friends—assuming anyone could call their relationship simple—and there was no doubt in her mind that Ren and his friends planned to blow off some steam while here.
Well, if Ren wanted to heat things up, call her a tea kettle and turn on the burner.
Nerves skittered down her spine to curl tightly in her belly. Just imagining him using all those condoms, one after the other, made her body cream. Little pulses of sensation coursed through her pussy, reminding her of how empty her life had been without him.
Her Navy SEAL yanked his tee shirt over his head and tossed it aside before going to work on the snap of his jeans. His expression was raw, savage, and intense, and Sadie’s mouth went dry as the rasping sound of a zipper slid through the sudden silence.
He had a body built for sin, and Sadie knew she’d be a gazillionaire if she could bottle all that wicked sex appeal. His chest was hard and strong, sculpted by the heavens just for her. Instinctively she wanted to walk straight up to him and test that resiliency with her fingertips and palms, but she simply couldn’t get her wobbly legs to move. Instead, she could only stand there like an idiot, taking in that beautiful chest and the ridges of his washboard abs. A light sprinkling of dark hair trailed from below his belly button to become lost in worn denim.