“Enough,” she rasped out, her voice throaty and low. “You should go back to what my eyes were saying.”
“About wanting a kiss?”
“Only a kiss. Nothing more. We’re business partners, right? But a kiss isn’t going toruin anything.”
“Sure.” He was already ruined from thinking about touching and kissing her.
Lowering his head, he feasted on her lips, placing his back to the crowd, hiding her from prying eyes. What he wanted to do was push her up against the wall, wrap her legs around him, and plunge inside her warmth.
“Looks like someone’s gettinglucky tonight.”
Chris Shaunessy’s voice came from behind him. Backing away from Heather, he glared at his friend. “Since you just got married, Ihope it’s you.”
Meg grabbed her husband’s arm and tugged. “If he keeps saying stupid things and drinking shots with his buddies, itwon’t be him.”
“Come on, sweetie, you know you love me.”
Meg’s mouth twitched. “Yes, I do, muffin, and I need you sober on ourwedding night.”
“Muffin?”Scott laughed.
Chris rolled his eyes. “It’s a joke from when we were undercover.” He looked at his bride. “Keep me away from the Bureau guys if you want me sober. They’re brutal.”
“We’ll go talk to my brothers then,” Meg instructed, and led him away. He’d met Meg’s brothers. They’d keep Shaunessy in line.
Turning back to Heather, he hoped for more of what they’d been doing, but she had moved away from the wall and was sipping some wine she’d gotten from anearby waiter.
“Why don’t we go back to join Jack and Callie? She doesn’t know anyone here either and I’m sure she’d appreciate a friend sitting with her.”
He wouldn’t point out that Callie’s husband was with her. Heather obviously had second thoughts about the kiss. Probably about him. He’d letit go for now.
* * * *
Damn, why’d she go drink all that wine? It made her head woozy and her thoughts muddled. Of course it hadn’t helped that Scott kissed her senseless in thereception hall.
“This is your room,” he said as he opened the door. Usually she hated a man taking charge but she wasn’t sure if she could stay steady enough to insert the key card into the slot. “Thank you.”
Holding the wall, she moved inside. The door shut behind her. Now that he was gone she could relax.
“Do youneed any help?”
Spinning swiftly, she glared at him. The room twisted too.Damn.“I’m fine. I don’t need any help from anyone.”
“Sure you don’t. I’ll leave you to get some rest then. I thought we could leave around nine in the morning. Is that too early?”
“Nine. Fine.” Great, now she was Dr. Seuss. And the gorgeous man in front of her was staring at her like she was the last morsel of bread in the jail cell. He was a tasty morsel too. His tie had been removed and the top few buttons had been undone on his shirt. A few tufts of dark hair peeked from the opening. She remembered running her fingers through it when they’d been together in Vermont. Running them down his chest, around his…
Oh, yeah, there it was. Her eyes automatically lowered to the tenting in his dress slacks. Mmm, that had been a lovely surprise.
“If you keep staring at me that way, I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”
“What actions might that be?” Definitely the wine talking.
Walking closer, he didn’t leave any space for her to stand. Her back bumped into the wall as he pressed against her.
“Ones that involve you and me with no clothes.”
Those actions sounded yummy. Dropping her purse on the floor, she ran her finger down the low neckline of her dress.
