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Taking the single step that brought them nose-to-nose once again, he leaned in until she was forced to lean back or risk him touching her. As it was, his hot breath bathed her face and feathered through the hair at her temples.
“If you believe that,” he hissed, “then you never really knew me at all.”
And with that, he spun on his heel, crossed the room to grab his leather jacket, and slammed out the front door.
Knit 7
Ro
“Dylan is not going to appreciate it when I show up at his door with dragon breath,” she said, as Grace made a right-hand turn into the Marriott parking lot.
“Dylan is going to be so thrilled to see you, he won’t care if your breath smells like Charlotte ’s barn,” Grace reassured her with a chuckle. “And if it’s that bad, he’ll just bend you over the bureau with your face in the other direction.”
Even though her cheeks heated at the image her friend’s comment created, Ro
“Or here’s another novel idea: I could make him wait five seconds while I borrow his toothbrush.”
Grace rolled her eyes. “Well, if you wanted to take the logical route, I suppose that would work.”
Ro
It was one thing to manipulate events and take some liberties with a man’s free will when it came to sex, but it was a whole other thing to stick around and wait for The Wrath of Gage to fall upon them.
If he woke up pissed, Ro
So a road trip for a little out-of-town nookie and temporary witness relocation it was.
The parking lot was packed, but they eventually found a spot about six miles from the main building and pulled in. Both women gathered their purses and small overnight bags, then locked up and made the long trek to the hotel lobby.
Unlike most nearly empty hotel lobbies, this one was packed-and every other person milling about wore a Cleveland Rockets jersey, sweat- or T-shirt, or some other type of hockey paraphernalia. There were even a few giant foam fingers being waved around.
Those who weren’t obvious hockey fans were even more obvious puck bu
She probably couldn’t spot them as quickly as Grace did, but Ro
“Thank God we don’t have to bother with going up to the registration desk and asking for room numbers,” Grace said as they bypassed the crowd and headed directly for the bank of elevators.
“Yep. It pays to be sleeping with a star goalie and the team’s own personal sports reporter,” Ro
Grace cast a disparaging glance toward the stacked and shellacked bimbettes waiting for a chance to do just that. “Not that you’d ever catch me hanging around like that. I don’t care how hot some of the players are, don’t those women have any self-respect?”
Ro
“Good God,” Ro
Grace chuckled as the elevator dinged and the up arrow turned green. “Do you need me to walk you to Dylan’s room, or do you think you’ll be okay?” she asked as they stepped into the car.
“Give me a minute, I think I’ll recover.”
The elevator dinged again and the door slid open on the twelfth floor. Ro
Grace put a hand in the center of her back and shoved her playfully into the deserted hallway. “Only if you’re lucky,” she quipped as the doors slid closed again.
Ro
She heard shuffling on the other side and pictured Dylan climbing off the bed or sofa and making his way to the door. The locks clicked and the knob turned.
“I didn’t call room-”
The door swung wide and he froze in mid-sentence, taking in her seductive pose as she lounged against the jamb.
“Good afternoon, sir,” she murmured in her sultriest Kathleen Turner/Body Heat impression. “Did you order a little afternoon delight?”
A playful twinkle lit his blue eyes and his mouth curved up in a sexy smile. Warm pleasure burst in her chest and spread outward.
Dylan had only been on the road a week, but Ro
She loved falling asleep at night with him at her side and waking up to him each morning. And when he wasn’t there, she missed him. Missed his warmth and his presence and the way the mattress dipped whenever he moved.
If she was the first person up in the morning, she automatically fixed breakfast for him at the same time she fixed her own, and knew that if things were reversed, she could look forward to him doing the same.
She called him to ask if he wanted her to bring something home for di
She was, for all intents and purposes, silly in love. And to add insult to injury, she wasn’t even trying to fight it.
Six months ago, she would have; she’d have fought it tooth and nail. Now, she simply let go and allowed the sensation to carry her along, like a leaf on the wind. She was happy. Content. Her life was finally full and well-rounded, and she was enjoying the hell out of it.
“I didn’t,” Dylan answered, “but I’ll be more than happy to sign for the delivery, anyway.”
“Oh. Well. If you’re not interested…” she teased, pretending to be offended and turn away.
He grabbed her arm and tugged her into the room, letting the door slam shut behind her while he hauled her up against his chest and laid one on her. His mouth was soft and warm and very welcome after the three-plus hours it had taken to get from Cleveland to Columbus.
When they broke apart long, long, loooong minutes later, Dylan pressed his forehead against hers, his hands around her neck, his thumbs stroking her cheeks.
“Why didn’t you call and let me know you were coming?” he asked.