gasped her answer. “I can’t.”
He pushed against her again, stunned at the sheer intensity of the feelings rushing through him. “You can.”
He listened as she whimpered again. “I feel…I feel hot.”
“And…”
“And wet, and,” he pressed even higher and her head fell against his shoulders. “Oh God, Joe. Oh…”
She felt tight and he could feel her pulse throbbing in time to his. He pushed one last time and felt her contracting orgasm, heard the breath whoosh from her body, felt his own release.
For a few seconds they sat there, completely quiet, the whir and rings of the elevator the only noise.
They’d made love in a public place. Right out in the open where anyone could’ve walked up and seen them. Good Lord, the woman was absolutely insatiable.
With shaking hands, he helped her stand and then moved to rezip his pants. The sound of a zipper would never be the same.
Cordelia rubbed her hands down her arms and Joe wondered what she was thinking. What she was feeling. If she was feeling anything even remotely similar to his own disbelief.
Whatever her thoughts were, she was keeping them closely guarded. She had yet to look at him.
They had an entire night ahead of them. No way was he going to let this vibrantly sexual woman be a little embarrassed over what had just happened.
“So, I guess now’s a good time to tell you I’m glad you didn’t wear panties.”
He thought he heard her laugh—good sign.
“And I’m thinking that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life. And if you want a repeat, give me a few minutes and I’m all in.”
This time he knew he heard a laugh—better sign.
“But if you don’t look at me, we’ll be forced to assume the same position, and darlin’ as nice as that was, I’m thinking it might get a little old over time.” As if that would ever get old. But his words did get the response he was looking for.
She turned toward him, the corners of her mouth tilted in a perfect smile. He wanted to keep that smile there the rest of the night.
“I’m a little stunned right now.”
He laughed. “Oh good. I’m not alone in the rock my socks off world.”
She shook her head. “Definitely not alone.”
“So now…” He let the words trail off, ready to let her take the drivers seat. But he prayed she didn’t want to go back downstairs. Regardless of how they’d spent the last few minutes, or maybe because of it, he wanted her. Wanted to taste her. Wanted to spend the night with her in his arms. Wanted to…
“So now, I think you’re talking too much again. What do you say?”
Joe could only laugh as he took her hand and led her down the hall to their room. “Spoken like a woman after my heart.”
Chapter Eight
Cordelia heard his words and bit back a sigh. As if she could ever really be this woman. The woman who’d just had sex in a public hallway. Oh-my-God-incredible, mind blowing, up-all-night worthy bad girl sex.
It was the most liberating moment of her life.
And it scared the heck out of her. How could she morph from this passionate, fearless stranger into her old self in less than a week?
Would she ever respond this way again?
It drove her crazy to even think about five days from this perfect moment, but she had to.
She had to remind herself this was all just one big fantasy.
And then she followed Joe into their room and wanted to just go ahead and die. Good Lord Almighty! She didn’t even realize rooms like this existed.
She allowed the door to close behind her. “We’re standing in a foyer, Joe. I’m in a hotel room with a foyer.”
Joe just laughed at her and Cordelia wished she could zap the words back. For a second, she sounded like the small town girl she was instead of the sophisticated woman she was pretending to be.
Intent on remembering that persona, she moved forward trying not to look like she’d never seen a palatial room before.
She made it through living area with its fresh flowers and
He pushed against her again, stunned at the sheer intensity of the feelings rushing through him. “You can.”
He listened as she whimpered again. “I feel…I feel hot.”
“And…”
“And wet, and,” he pressed even higher and her head fell against his shoulders. “Oh God, Joe. Oh…”
She felt tight and he could feel her pulse throbbing in time to his. He pushed one last time and felt her contracting orgasm, heard the breath whoosh from her body, felt his own release.
For a few seconds they sat there, completely quiet, the whir and rings of the elevator the only noise.
They’d made love in a public place. Right out in the open where anyone could’ve walked up and seen them. Good Lord, the woman was absolutely insatiable.
With shaking hands, he helped her stand and then moved to rezip his pants. The sound of a zipper would never be the same.
Cordelia rubbed her hands down her arms and Joe wondered what she was thinking. What she was feeling. If she was feeling anything even remotely similar to his own disbelief.
Whatever her thoughts were, she was keeping them closely guarded. She had yet to look at him.
They had an entire night ahead of them. No way was he going to let this vibrantly sexual woman be a little embarrassed over what had just happened.
“So, I guess now’s a good time to tell you I’m glad you didn’t wear panties.”
He thought he heard her laugh—good sign.
“And I’m thinking that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life. And if you want a repeat, give me a few minutes and I’m all in.”
This time he knew he heard a laugh—better sign.
“But if you don’t look at me, we’ll be forced to assume the same position, and darlin’ as nice as that was, I’m thinking it might get a little old over time.” As if that would ever get old. But his words did get the response he was looking for.
She turned toward him, the corners of her mouth tilted in a perfect smile. He wanted to keep that smile there the rest of the night.
“I’m a little stunned right now.”
He laughed. “Oh good. I’m not alone in the rock my socks off world.”
She shook her head. “Definitely not alone.”
“So now…” He let the words trail off, ready to let her take the drivers seat. But he prayed she didn’t want to go back downstairs. Regardless of how they’d spent the last few minutes, or maybe because of it, he wanted her. Wanted to taste her. Wanted to spend the night with her in his arms. Wanted to…
“So now, I think you’re talking too much again. What do you say?”
Joe could only laugh as he took her hand and led her down the hall to their room. “Spoken like a woman after my heart.”
Chapter Eight
Cordelia heard his words and bit back a sigh. As if she could ever really be this woman. The woman who’d just had sex in a public hallway. Oh-my-God-incredible, mind blowing, up-all-night worthy bad girl sex.
It was the most liberating moment of her life.
And it scared the heck out of her. How could she morph from this passionate, fearless stranger into her old self in less than a week?
Would she ever respond this way again?
It drove her crazy to even think about five days from this perfect moment, but she had to.
She had to remind herself this was all just one big fantasy.
And then she followed Joe into their room and wanted to just go ahead and die. Good Lord Almighty! She didn’t even realize rooms like this existed.
She allowed the door to close behind her. “We’re standing in a foyer, Joe. I’m in a hotel room with a foyer.”
Joe just laughed at her and Cordelia wished she could zap the words back. For a second, she sounded like the small town girl she was instead of the sophisticated woman she was pretending to be.
Intent on remembering that persona, she moved forward trying not to look like she’d never seen a palatial room before.
She made it through living area with its fresh flowers and
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