“The Ambassador Hotel?”
“I figure it’s better not to make you scream in my mother’s house.”
“Do they even have a room?”
He nodded. “I texted them while we were driving. The penthouse is ours.”
A slow smile pulled at her lips. “Like a do-over of last week. But with less angst and more pleasure.”
“I certainly hope so.” His voice was smooth. Sexy.
He helped her out of the car and led her into the hotel, where the concierge nodded at them both, slipping a card into Daniel’s hand. “The code is your usual.”
“Thank you.”
It was only a short wait for the penthouse elevator, but every second felt tangible, like it stretched for minutes. Becca was still holding his hand, standing close to him. He usually hated being too close to his dates. But with her it was different.
Then the gold leaf doors opened and they stepped inside.
Becca walked to the back of the elevator and turned until her back was pressed against the rail, her hands reaching behind her to curl around it. Daniel stepped inside, his jaw sharp and tight, his eyes dark and delicious as he scanned her face.
“When you look at me like that it makes me want to take you against the damn mirror,” he growled.
“Like what?”
“All doe eyed and innocent. Like you’re half afraid of and half desperate for me.”
“That’s exactly how I feel,” she told him. “Like you’re a predator and I have no idea what you have planned.”
“I have a lot of plans.” He glanced at his watch. “For the next few hours.”
Her breath caught in her throat. The memories of his face between her thighs, his lips and tongue taking and giving until her body was drowning with pleasure flashed through her.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“That I might not get out of here alive.”
His face relaxed into a smile. “I fear for my own life more than yours.”
She loved the way he was looking at her. He was so intense, so dark. Yet there was a softness there, you just had to find it. He gave her pleasure first, because he wanted to.
And now she wanted to see his pleasure written all over his face.
“They’ll find our bodies in a few days still sweaty and flushed.”
“Our faces still full of pleasure.”
He took a step forward, reaching out to cup her cheek. “Where did you come from?”
“I’ve been here all along. It’s you who came back.”
He inhaled sharply. “I don’t know what’s going to happen between us after tonight.” His eyes gazed at her, as though he was trying to tell her more.
“I don’t want anything from you after tonight. You’re more trouble than you’re worth.”
He chuckled. “Touché.”
“And while we’re talking about trouble, do you have any insulin?”