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Authors: Rachel Cross
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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distant part of her recognized she was out of control. Hell,
they
were out of control. She could feel tremors wrack him and heard his panting breaths. He reached between her legs.
She froze.
She pushed his hands away, frantically. He lifted his head, looked into her eyes and groaned, moving his hands away.
Kate scrambled off him, mortified, unable to make eye contact with Alec or the cab driver who stared at them in the rear view mirror. The cab had stopped. How long had they been sitting in front of the hotel? Squelching hysteria, she pulled the door handle, scrambled onto the sidewalk and dashed past the bellhop a few feet away.
He winked at her.
Oh my God.
Ducking her head, she made for the hotel lobby and elevator, dress still partially unzipped. She clenched the material tightly under her arms to keep it on. She took a panicked step toward the stairs at the end of the lobby, just then the elevator dinged its arrival. Heart racing, key card in hand, she rushed in and pushed her floor. The doors were half closed when a white shirt-clad arm thrust between them. She shrank back into the farthest corner, stared at the number panel and bit her lip. She felt rather than saw him look at her as he entered.
“Kate.” Alec’s voice was still husky from arousal.
She peered at him through tousled hair.
“I take it you don’t want to continue this upstairs?” His tone was matter-of-fact.
A wave of mortification rose and crested, scorching her neck and face. “N-no.”
They rode up the rest of the way in silence. He walked her to her room and she said a quiet goodnight. After she closed the door, she slid down onto the carpet.
A rap made her jump.
“Don’t forget to lock the top,” he said.
“Thanks,” she said, weakly.
God.
What had she been thinking? Clearly she hadn’t. He would probably return to his room and call one of the brunettes from the airport. Or both. Or a supermodel. Whoever. Anyone but her. He was definitely not the person to risk her heart with.
Chapter 9
Alec was grateful she hadn’t brought up the previous evening’s antics on the flight back. He spent most of the time in the car, at the airport, and during the flight conducting business — on the phone and computer. Kate was polite, but distant. He could tell she was still mortified, obviously uncomfortable around him. She studiously avoided all eye contact.
What had he been thinking? He knew his way around women, but he’d never lost control like that before. What was it about her, this girl, that made her so different from the others?
She buried herself in her e-reader for a few hours, before falling fast asleep. She hadn’t reclined the seat so he moved his laptop into the seat pocket and leaned over to do it for her. As he straightened, he got a whiff of her intoxicating scent — something fresh and floral. Images of the previous evening in the cab flashed before him and he felt himself harden. Stunned, he sat the rest of the way back in his seat, staring down at his lap in disbelief. That was the second time in two days! She wasn’t even his type. Not at all. He didn’t go for short, pale, redheads. Apparently his body hadn’t gotten the message. She was beautiful in her own way, but without a hint of glamour or sophistication. He wasn’t interested in her. But if that were true, what the hell happened last night?
Kate was … fun. Happy. Down to earth. And here he was, next to her, fully aroused, the day after he’d lost his freaking mind with her in the back of a cab in Manhattan. Bizarre. Maybe he was experiencing an early mid-life crisis.
She said good-bye at the airport as she left for her connecting flight to Cielito, still barely making eye contact. A strange combination of relief mixed with pique swept through him. Apparently, she wanted nothing to do with him. He took a car from the Los Angeles airport home.
As he unpacked his bag, his cell rang. He smiled at the familiar number. Asher Lowe. Rock star, lead
they
were out of control. She could feel tremors wrack him and heard his panting breaths. He reached between her legs.
She froze.
She pushed his hands away, frantically. He lifted his head, looked into her eyes and groaned, moving his hands away.
Kate scrambled off him, mortified, unable to make eye contact with Alec or the cab driver who stared at them in the rear view mirror. The cab had stopped. How long had they been sitting in front of the hotel? Squelching hysteria, she pulled the door handle, scrambled onto the sidewalk and dashed past the bellhop a few feet away.
He winked at her.
Oh my God.
Ducking her head, she made for the hotel lobby and elevator, dress still partially unzipped. She clenched the material tightly under her arms to keep it on. She took a panicked step toward the stairs at the end of the lobby, just then the elevator dinged its arrival. Heart racing, key card in hand, she rushed in and pushed her floor. The doors were half closed when a white shirt-clad arm thrust between them. She shrank back into the farthest corner, stared at the number panel and bit her lip. She felt rather than saw him look at her as he entered.
“Kate.” Alec’s voice was still husky from arousal.
She peered at him through tousled hair.
“I take it you don’t want to continue this upstairs?” His tone was matter-of-fact.
A wave of mortification rose and crested, scorching her neck and face. “N-no.”
They rode up the rest of the way in silence. He walked her to her room and she said a quiet goodnight. After she closed the door, she slid down onto the carpet.
A rap made her jump.
“Don’t forget to lock the top,” he said.
“Thanks,” she said, weakly.
God.
What had she been thinking? Clearly she hadn’t. He would probably return to his room and call one of the brunettes from the airport. Or both. Or a supermodel. Whoever. Anyone but her. He was definitely not the person to risk her heart with.
Chapter 9
Alec was grateful she hadn’t brought up the previous evening’s antics on the flight back. He spent most of the time in the car, at the airport, and during the flight conducting business — on the phone and computer. Kate was polite, but distant. He could tell she was still mortified, obviously uncomfortable around him. She studiously avoided all eye contact.
What had he been thinking? He knew his way around women, but he’d never lost control like that before. What was it about her, this girl, that made her so different from the others?
She buried herself in her e-reader for a few hours, before falling fast asleep. She hadn’t reclined the seat so he moved his laptop into the seat pocket and leaned over to do it for her. As he straightened, he got a whiff of her intoxicating scent — something fresh and floral. Images of the previous evening in the cab flashed before him and he felt himself harden. Stunned, he sat the rest of the way back in his seat, staring down at his lap in disbelief. That was the second time in two days! She wasn’t even his type. Not at all. He didn’t go for short, pale, redheads. Apparently his body hadn’t gotten the message. She was beautiful in her own way, but without a hint of glamour or sophistication. He wasn’t interested in her. But if that were true, what the hell happened last night?
Kate was … fun. Happy. Down to earth. And here he was, next to her, fully aroused, the day after he’d lost his freaking mind with her in the back of a cab in Manhattan. Bizarre. Maybe he was experiencing an early mid-life crisis.
She said good-bye at the airport as she left for her connecting flight to Cielito, still barely making eye contact. A strange combination of relief mixed with pique swept through him. Apparently, she wanted nothing to do with him. He took a car from the Los Angeles airport home.
As he unpacked his bag, his cell rang. He smiled at the familiar number. Asher Lowe. Rock star, lead
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