back to Miami.
Darkness fell. Activity outside the motel increased as the serious partiers took to the night. Bored, Drake lounged on his lumpy bed, drinking lukewarm Mountain Dew and clicked between ESPN and Fox Sports Net. When his stomach rumbled for the third time, he eyed the Styrofoam box holding Kenna’s ham and cheese sandwich.
He hated this part of the job. Killing time in another nondescript motel room. Eating crappy take-out. Watching mindless TV. His gaze flicked to Kenna for the hundredth time, curled into a ball beneath the tacky bedspread. Oblivious to the Marlins’ recent homerun. Oblivious to the red wig sliding off her head. Oblivious to his concern and his obsessive need to check her vital signs every five minutes.
There must’ve been a powerful sleeping aid in the pills she’d taken. She’d crashed more than six hours ago. He wondered what he’d do when she woke up. Hell, the question was: What would she do when she woke up?
Would she remember the hot, unbelievably sexy interlude in the dressing room? Or had losing her inhibitions been a reaction to the drug?
No regrets on his part. He’d been so turned on he’d nearly followed her over the edge. Stop thinking about it. Didn’t need to spend the entire evening with his cock as hard as a baseball bat.
As if sensing his intense focus, Kenna rolled flat on her back and groaned.
Immediately Drake shot off his bed and loomed over her. His fingers longed to caress her soft cheek, sweetly creased with sleep. But he jammed his hands in his pockets away from temptation. “Hey. How are you feeling?”
“Hungry.” She blinked. “What time is it?”
“Nearly ten.”
“At night?” Kenna frowned. “Why am I…” She patted the wig. Flipped back the covers. “How did I get here? The last thing I remember…” Her startled gaze flew to his.
“What do you remember?”
“You barging into the dressing room and then we…I mean you made me…” Her cheeks burned cherry-red.
Drake had two choices. Let her off the hook or force her to deal with the heat between them. “Say it.”
She recoiled against the headboard and shook her head. The wig plopped to the pillow.
“Then I will. I made you come, Kenna.”
A beat passed. The shrinking violet disappeared. She leapt from the bed, fury in her eyes. “Did it make you feel like a big macho man that you made me lose complete control? That I was begging you?”
“Yes.”
Kenna paled and he backtracked in a hurry.
“I didn’t give you an orgasm because my ego needed it. I did it because you needed it.” He reached for her, dropping his hand at the last second when she flinched. “It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She didn’t look convinced.
“You have no idea how appealing you are, do you?” he murmured. “A smart brain and a smart mouth. I’ll bet none of the other gutless men you’ve been with have stood a chance, have they?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on. The safe men you choose. Men who follow your rules. You might be used to calling the shots, sweetheart, but so am I.” He smiled. “It bugs the shit out of you that you liked the element of danger. That anyone could’ve walked in and caught us with my hand up your skirt.”
“You think you know me so well? After what?” She threw her arms in the air. “One day?”
That snotty little attitude snapped his composure. He grabbed her shoulders and got in her face. “Yes, I do know you. I know how your body reacts when I touch you. I know your scent. I know what sounds you make when you can’t think of anything but how good it feels when I put my hands on you. But most of all, I know that this need between us won’t go away just because you want it to.”
She stared at him. “It isn’t the need that I want to go away.”
The stark expression in her eyes knocked the fight right out of him.
Frustrated, Drake released her. “I need some fresh air. There’s a sandwich on the table. I’ll be
Darkness fell. Activity outside the motel increased as the serious partiers took to the night. Bored, Drake lounged on his lumpy bed, drinking lukewarm Mountain Dew and clicked between ESPN and Fox Sports Net. When his stomach rumbled for the third time, he eyed the Styrofoam box holding Kenna’s ham and cheese sandwich.
He hated this part of the job. Killing time in another nondescript motel room. Eating crappy take-out. Watching mindless TV. His gaze flicked to Kenna for the hundredth time, curled into a ball beneath the tacky bedspread. Oblivious to the Marlins’ recent homerun. Oblivious to the red wig sliding off her head. Oblivious to his concern and his obsessive need to check her vital signs every five minutes.
There must’ve been a powerful sleeping aid in the pills she’d taken. She’d crashed more than six hours ago. He wondered what he’d do when she woke up. Hell, the question was: What would she do when she woke up?
Would she remember the hot, unbelievably sexy interlude in the dressing room? Or had losing her inhibitions been a reaction to the drug?
No regrets on his part. He’d been so turned on he’d nearly followed her over the edge. Stop thinking about it. Didn’t need to spend the entire evening with his cock as hard as a baseball bat.
As if sensing his intense focus, Kenna rolled flat on her back and groaned.
Immediately Drake shot off his bed and loomed over her. His fingers longed to caress her soft cheek, sweetly creased with sleep. But he jammed his hands in his pockets away from temptation. “Hey. How are you feeling?”
“Hungry.” She blinked. “What time is it?”
“Nearly ten.”
“At night?” Kenna frowned. “Why am I…” She patted the wig. Flipped back the covers. “How did I get here? The last thing I remember…” Her startled gaze flew to his.
“What do you remember?”
“You barging into the dressing room and then we…I mean you made me…” Her cheeks burned cherry-red.
Drake had two choices. Let her off the hook or force her to deal with the heat between them. “Say it.”
She recoiled against the headboard and shook her head. The wig plopped to the pillow.
“Then I will. I made you come, Kenna.”
A beat passed. The shrinking violet disappeared. She leapt from the bed, fury in her eyes. “Did it make you feel like a big macho man that you made me lose complete control? That I was begging you?”
“Yes.”
Kenna paled and he backtracked in a hurry.
“I didn’t give you an orgasm because my ego needed it. I did it because you needed it.” He reached for her, dropping his hand at the last second when she flinched. “It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She didn’t look convinced.
“You have no idea how appealing you are, do you?” he murmured. “A smart brain and a smart mouth. I’ll bet none of the other gutless men you’ve been with have stood a chance, have they?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on. The safe men you choose. Men who follow your rules. You might be used to calling the shots, sweetheart, but so am I.” He smiled. “It bugs the shit out of you that you liked the element of danger. That anyone could’ve walked in and caught us with my hand up your skirt.”
“You think you know me so well? After what?” She threw her arms in the air. “One day?”
That snotty little attitude snapped his composure. He grabbed her shoulders and got in her face. “Yes, I do know you. I know how your body reacts when I touch you. I know your scent. I know what sounds you make when you can’t think of anything but how good it feels when I put my hands on you. But most of all, I know that this need between us won’t go away just because you want it to.”
She stared at him. “It isn’t the need that I want to go away.”
The stark expression in her eyes knocked the fight right out of him.
Frustrated, Drake released her. “I need some fresh air. There’s a sandwich on the table. I’ll be
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