They moved into the dark parking lot. “Sorry, you and your little dog are on your own with this one.” He was a nice guy, but he had his limits. He wasn’t nice enough to appear on that stupid show.
“The other girls are going to gang up on us. They can be really mean.”
They moved into the pitchy darkness between two cars, and he glanced down into the smooth shadows of her pretty face. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she appeared at first. More determined, too. “I put my money on you and your dog. You’re smarter than all those girls put together.”
She shook her head and pulled her keys from her pocket. “They’re going to ask me questions about you and that picture taken outside the Harbor Inn.” The car behind her made two beeps and the lights flashed twice as the locks popped up. “Personal questions that are going to make me look bad.”
“What happened that night is no one’s business but ours.” He didn’t need to see her face clearly to cup her cheek in the palm of his hand. “I had a good time. You had a good time. No one was hurt.”
“How can you say that? My business suffered.”
“Your business suffered the second you decided to run from the Fairmont. Don’t get it twisted.”
“I’m not. That shouldn’t have happened.”
But it did.
“They’re going to try and make me look skanky. I’m not like that. That night was . . . was . . .” She struggled for words.
“Was good.” He kissed her forehead and temple. “We’re adults, Lexie. You’re beautiful and hot, and sex with you is something I still think about.” Her mouth found his in the dark. Unlike the earlier kiss in the bar, there was no reason to hold back. No one was watching or acting or playing at anything. The instant her mouth touched his, everything got real hot real fast. No sweet kisses for the camera this time. With his free hand, he unzipped her leather jacket and slid his hand inside. Her ribs were warm against his palm, her breasts warmer. She moaned into his mouth and he backed her against the car door and shoved his pelvis into her belly. Her nipples were so hard, he felt them through her shirt and bra. He remembered the taste and softness of her, and he wanted that again. Right here. Right now. In a parking lot in Seattle.
She fed him another long, sweet moan and rocked against his full-blown erection. Hard and painful, craving the soft pleasure of her body. He grabbed the backs of her thighs, and she readily wrapped her long legs around him. Just like that night at the Harbor Inn, her fingers combed through his hair and he fanned her puckered nipple with this thumb, back and forth, feeling it grow harder beneath his touch. He wanted her. He wanted to slide his mouth all over her and make her his. At that moment, he couldn’t recall anything he wanted as much as he wanted her. By the sounds in her throat and the crotch grinding into him, she wanted it every bit as much. There was a part of him that knew he was only causing more trouble for himself. More chaos. At the moment, he didn’t care.
She pulled back and took a huge gulp of air. Without a second of hesitation, he slid his open mouth to the side of her cool neck.
“Sean.”
“Mmm.” He kissed her throat, feeling the varying degrees of temperature as he lowered his face.
“Sean!” She placed her hands on the sides of his head and brought his face to hers. Through the pitchy darkness she said, “Someone just walked into the parking lot.”
His hand squeezed her. “Then we’ll have to be quiet.”
The car behind him beeped twice, the lights flashed, and Lexie’s feet hit the ground before the locks popped up. His hand slid from her breast and she looked down at the ends of her jacket.
The threat of getting caught dry humping like a teenager did nothing to alleviate his hard-on. “Come home with me tonight,” he spoke to the part in her hair.
She shook her head and zipped her coat up practically to her chin. “Sex will just complicate things.”
Not for him. Sex was just sex. Sometimes fast. Sometimes slow. Not complicated unless someone wanted to make it complicated.
The phone in his hoodie vibrated and saved him from an argument he knew he would lose. “Yeah,” he answered without checking the number.
“I’m here.”
“What?” He actually pulled the phone from his ear and looked at the number. “Mother?”
“I’m here,” she repeated herself. “But I don’t have a key and the guy at the desk won’t let me in.”
“Where?” A bad feeling landed in the pit of his stomach. “Where are you?”
“Here.”
“In Seattle?”
“Yes. Where are you?”
Hell. “How did you get here?”