Since kissing was taboo, she must’ve had a damn good reason for shoving her tongue in hismouth.
“Since the GM booked us this room, I’m going to use it,” Crockett said, breaking thesilence.
She pivoted in his direction. “I don’t…it’s just that, I can’t…I’m notavailable.”
Tripping over her words seemed unlike her. “I didn’t ask you to stay. Keep in mind ifI’dfake kissedyou, you might not have played along like I did. Lucky for you, I’m a goodsport.”
One tentative footstep after another, she inched toward him. “Thanks for doingthat.”
Crockett removed his Crockett & Jones dress boots and pushed out of the corner chair. With his gaze cemented on hers, he slipped out of his sport coat and draped it across the back of the chair. “I’ve been burning the midnight oil, so shut the door on your way out. I’m going to nap.” He rolled up hisshirtsleeves.
“You’re into rejuvenation?” Surprise tinged hervoice.
What happened to heraccent?
Instead of eating up the space between them, he slid his hand into his front pants pocket and stood his ground. “Rejuvenation, nap, snooze, whatever. The next time you find yourself in a pickle, my tongue is offlimits.”
On a chuckle, she edged a littlecloser.
Her sweet sound touched him in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. And he had the craziest desire to say something funny again, so he could hear her playfulgiggle.
Crockett was not a game player. Never had been. Tonight, though, this game of cat and mouse seemed to be propelling her toward him. If he flat-out told her to leave, would she throw herself on him? They had the room and nothing but time. And she was so damned hot. The thought of caressing her silky skin and sinking inside her heat rocketed blood straight to hisgroin.
One controlled step at a time, he closed the space between them until they stood inches apart. Though her flowery scent drew him in, he fought the urge to secure her in his arms and kiss her soft lips.Time to call herbluff.
“Electra, good luck with your—what did you call it? Rejuvenation? And I hope you find the key to the linencloset.”
Her mouth dropped open.With a firm grasp on her arm, he escorted her to the door. “Out you go.” He twisted the knob andpulled.
* * *
Alexandra smacked the doorclosed.“I’m not leaving.” Despite rejecting his invitation to connect, fate had thrust them together. No way could she walk away fromhim.
He turned toward her. “Then you can watch mesleep.”
His intensity seared her. She was standing in “The Virgin” suite with the one man who’d taken hers. Masked in the illusion that sex between them meant nothing, could she risk stealing one more hour with him? And was she emotionally capable of reliving something that had once meant so much to her? Even she had her limitations. Sex with Crockett in “The Virgin” suite topped thelist.
The energy swirled around them, the undeniable need to be with him kept her feet anchored to the floor.Don’t let him go. She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him, like she meant it. Because, by God, she did. She’d already broken her “No kissing” rule. No going backwards now. Hungry for his mouth on hers and the way his tongue wound around hers, she anchored her arms around his hard body. His breathing roared in her ears. His delicious baseline scent filled her lungs. She ground against him and let her body say what she couldnot.
Ravenous to be with him, she clawed at his clothing, desperate to get to his flesh. To feel his heat, hisneed.
Clothing. Gone inseconds.
His piercing gaze lit her insides on fire. Every nerve, every cell screamed out for him. For eleven long years she’d imagined being with him. And only him. She needed his hard body rooted in her softone.
His guttural groan ripped through her. Their tongues clashed. He bit her lip. She scraped her fingernails down his glorious back. His intensity thundered through her, leaving her thrumming withneed.
He broke the kiss, his breath coming fast. His magnificent chest expanded on every inhale. She wiped her mouth, already raw from hisferocity.
“You’re a virgin,” he uttered. “We need to slow thisdown.”
She didn’t want the role-play. She wanted him. She wanted to lose herself in everything Crockett Wilde, indulge in him without his knowing. Years ago, she’d readily given herself to him and she wouldn’t defile the loss of her innocence bypretending.
Just because she knew the truth didn’t mean she’d play her hand. With a sultry smile, she curled her hand around his shaft and rubbed her thumb over its sensitive head. “Maybe you’re the virgin,Huntah.”
The gleam in his eyes wasn’t wasted on her. He banded his arms around her, stroked her ass. “I’ll play this any way you want,Electra.”
“No talking,” sheblurted.
