Page 56 of Hot Stuff
I laugh at the nickname from my childhood and do as he says.
Looking up at Walker, I say, “C’mon, it is cold out here. Especially for this thin-blooded woman.”
He tightens his hold around my waist and ushers me toward the building. Before we reach it, Henry steps out and holds the door open.
“Evening.”
“Henry.” Walker urges me ahead of him. “We’re in for the night for real this time.”
Henry chuckles. “Okay, sir. I’ll be sure you’re not disturbed.”
“Did my luggage arrive?” I ask.
“Yes, ma’am, it’s been delivered to Mr. Alcott’s.”
“Thank you, Henry. Have a good night,” I say as we head for the elevator.
Even though I know I have to explain a few things to Walker and I’m sure he has questions, we’re quiet on the ride up to his apartment.
There’s a buzz vibrating over my skin and sliding through my veins. I know what it is.
The low simmer of arousal.
The sweet heat of anticipation.
Dinner was a lesson in sexual restraint.
So many times I wanted to kiss him. Wanted to put my hands on him, tangle my fingers in his hair, give in to the lust I could see in his eyes every time he glanced at me.
Every time he put his hand on my thigh, his mouth on mine, I wanted to launch out of my seat and drag him from the restaurant.
I’ve never had to work to control my sexual urges the way I have in the last few hours. It makes me wonder if what we have is only sex.
But then I think about the way he takes care of me in small ways, like wrapping his arm around me while we’re out in the cold air. Or when he checks to make sure I’m not flashing myself to anyone who cares to look in my hotel suite.
We might be dealing with instant lust but it’s not the only thing between us. I can’t explain it, don’t want to examine it, and I certainly don’t want to walk away from it.
No, no matter what happens between us, if we make a personal and professional relationship work or not, I’m not walking away.
All I want to do is get closer. And I know if I touch him before we get inside his apartment, I’ll end up on my knees in front of him.
I want to put my mouth on him. I want to weaken his knees. I want to take everything he has to give.
My body is vibrating from head to toe as we leave the elevator and make our way to his place. Clenching my hands, I wait for him to unlock the door with barely concealed impatience.
And the second Walker closes the door behind us, I pounce.
Catching him by surprise, I manage to shove him back against the wall and kiss him.
I kiss him hard.
I kiss him deep.
I kiss him until we’re both breathless.
Tearing my mouth from his, I suck in great big drafts of air.
“Whoa.” He licks his lips. “What brought that on?”
