The Boss's Surprise Son by Teresa Carpenter Page A

flight was over. And so was their time alone.
    Tomorrow it would be back to business.
     
    Back in the hotel suite, Savannah pulled off her gloves and scarf. She glanced at Rick through her lashes. Hewas much closer than she’d expected and she had to run her gaze over his broad chest to reach his eyes.
    “Thank you for the lovely surprise. I’ll never forget tonight.”
    “I’m not ready for it to end.” He caught her hand and pulled her to him. Slowly, he lowered his head, his lips settling softly against hers.
    Oh my. She held still, afraid to move, not because she feared him, but because she didn’t want him to stop. Giving in to the temptation of his mouth on hers, she touched the tip of her tongue to his bottom lip. Immediately he angled his head and took the kiss to a new level. He tasted of man and champagne, an intoxicating mix.
    And a potent reminder of the alcohol he’d consumed through dinner and the flight. That they’d both consumed.
    Regretfully, she turned her head, breaking off contact. “We should stop.”
    “Do you want to stop?” His breath heated the skin of her temple.
    No, not at all, her heart cried, though her head said different. “You won’t be happy about this in the morning.”
    “Define happy. Life is mostly the same old, same old with rare moments of extreme pleasure.” He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. “I think we can reach new levels of extreme.”
    As skillful fingers played down her sides, she fullybelieved him. He whispered in her ear that he had protection.
    “This is so wrong.” But she lifted her mouth to his, meeting him halfway, threading her fingers through the short strands of his dark hair.
    “Yeah, but it feels so right.” He sealed his mouth over hers, ending the conversation.
    Opening her mouth under his, she let him in, let him sweep away her protests. She held him to her, breathing in his scent, man and soap with a hint of spice. He smelled as good as he tasted.
    He demanded and she gave willingly, lifting onto her toes to get closer. He nibbled her lower lip then soothed the bite with a swipe of his tongue. She moaned as he worked his way down her jaw and then her neck, to her shoulder and lower. She shivered at each bite, sighed with each soothing caress.
    Passion eclipsed common sense as she practically climbed him to deepen the embrace, and he helped by circling her waist with one strong arm and lifting her against him, her feet several inches off the ground. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him carry her to his room. One high heel fell off and she kicked away the other.
    “Business is over for the day.”
    Once she gained her feet again, she took delight in removing his tie, pulling hand over hand until it hung loose in her fingers. Feeling wicked she tossed it over her shoulder and reached for the buttons of his shirt.
    For each one she released, she kissed the warm skinrevealed until he lost patience and stripped off the shirt himself. Next he made short work of sliding down her zipper and the little black dress pooled on the floor.
    They sank to the bed where the tension smoldering below the surface exploded in sizzling passion.
    Some called him cold, unfeeling, but she’d always seen his intensity, his deep sense of duty. It drove his ambition and dedication, which, in turn, fueled his isolation. But cold and unfeeling? Not by a long shot. By turns tender and demanding, he fanned the flames of her desire hotter and hotter.
     
    He was in the shower when she woke up. With mixed feelings, she escaped to her room to shower, dress and complete her packing. And then they were in a taxi on the way to the airport.
    In a blink they were back on a plane on the last leg of the flight home. Another red-eye flight. She hoped they didn’t encounter turbulence as bad as on her first flight.
    Tired but anxious, she shifted in her seat.
    “You’ve been quiet,” Rick said. “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep?”
    She blinked at