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ride.

She turned to face Jared, jaw set and eyes hard.

He forced the words out. “Hear me out.”

She shrugged her bags off her shoulder, let them drop in a controlled fall, and grasped the straps in her hand. She bumped her laptop with her leg each time her foot bounced. “There’s not really anything left to cover. I told you everything I know.”

It took him a moment to process the words. She meant about the security holes. He shook his head. “I know. And I’m grateful. So much more than I could ever say. But I meant about us. Can we go somewhere? I’ll buy you coffee, or breakfast, or a day pass at Adventure Land. Just hear me out?”

“I have a flight to catch.”

He deserved the brush-off. He closed the distance between them, but suppressed the urge to kiss her until neither of them could breathe. “Give me five minutes. You should still be able to catch your plane.”

She crossed her arms, gaze locked on him, lips drawn into a thin line. And then her chin quivered. She swallowed, took a deep breath. “I have a little time.”

Fuck, now what was he supposed to say? Every thought assaulted him at once, forcing his mouth open before he could process. “I need—”

Her “I can’t—” overlapped him.

He choked back the words. “You go first.”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, and her brow furrowed. The cold mask slipped away, and worry fell in to take its place. “I’m so sorry. I really am. If I had to do it all again, the whole hacking thing, the jobs, all of it, I’d do it differently. Except maybe you. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to realize that? How selfish it feels? To admit I’d still suffer through never seeing you again just so I’d have the memories?” She shook her head. “But that’s the awesome thing about hindsight, right? It never happens before the fact.”

He knew exactly how she felt, but he didn’t dare interrupt. A sharp silence settled between them.

She stared at him. “That was it. I’m done.”

He measured his words. “Thank you for everything you did last night. You saved us, and I don’t have any idea how hard it must have been to track us down just to help.”

She tugged her bags back onto her shoulder, eyes glistening. “Yeah, of course. Is that all?”

Maybe it was time to take a page from her book and stop overthinking everything. “No, it’s not. It’s not even close to everything.” He didn’t pause to consider the words as they spilled out. He let whatever came to mind have its day. “I know it’s only been a few days. I know because I won’t stop reminding myself. Years of cutting myself off from anyone and everyone except my closest friends, and you come along and bam, I’m hooked. I can’t stop thinking about you. Not just how sexy you are, but the way you make me think, the fun we have together, that you challenge everything I believe.”

He reached for her, and traced a finger along her jaw, relief flooding him when she didn’t pull away. Apparently his brain wasn’t done talking. “I’m falling for you, hard and fast and uncontrollably. I don’t want you to walk away. I can’t think of anything I want more right at this moment than to keep you in my life. Somehow.”

She ducked her head, staring at the ground for a moment before meeting his gaze again. A tiny smile threatened her face. “That makes it easier.”

His eyebrows rose. “Oh?”

“Telling you I’m falling for you is a lot easier than hoping the pint of ice cream calling my name can make me forget.”

A laugh of relief rushed through his lungs. “It depends on what flavor it was.”

She shrugged. “Whatever was on sale.” She dropped her bags to the ground again, nudged them aside so they no longer rested between them, and stepped forward. Rising on her toes, she brushed her lips over his before pulling away again. “But I like losing myself in you better.”

“You know that was really corny, right?” he teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Because a heartfelt confession of love right before I fly into the sunset is so original.”

He tunneled his hands into her short locks and tugged her close. His lips crushed hers, and everything negative evaporated. She kissed him back, hard and hungry, and caught his bottom lip between her teeth as she broke away. She flashed him the mischievous smirk that made his blood run hot. “Maybe there’s a reason it’s all so cliché.”

“Give me a day.” He traced his hand down her arm, then tangled his fingers with hers. “I’ll get you a flight out tomorrow. At least we’ll have twenty-four hours to figure out what happens next.”

“I already checked out.” She nodded at her luggage.

He waved a busboy to them, slipped him a twenty, nodded at her bags and gave him his room number. “But wait a couple of hours,” he told the busboy.

She pressed closer, body molding into Jared’s, still gripping his hand tight. “I’m not going back to your room. You promised me breakfast.”

He kissed her again, head swimming from the euphoria flooding his veins. “We’ll order in.” He moved his mouth to her ear and traced the lines with his tongue before whispering, “We have a problem we need to work through first.”

Her brow creased, and concern leaked into her voice. “Oh?”

He nipped her earlobe, and then trailed his mouth down her neck. Her gasp filled his head with helium. He traced a line back up her throat and kissed her on the nose. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

She shifted her weight, and her entire frame rubbed against him. “I can’t argue with logic like that.”

He slid his hand into her back pocket and steered her toward the hotel. It felt right when she leaned into him with a contented sigh. He didn’t register anything except her warmth, and the faint citrus he associated with her, on the short path to the elevator.

A tiny wave of disappointment crashed over him when the car was packed. She slid in front of him as it rose. The shift of her body was almost imperceptible, but he was suddenly intensely aware of her ass pressing into him, grinding just enough to tease him but not enough for anyone to see her moving. His pulse kicked up another notch.

The moment the doors slid open on his floor, he nudged her out, and his hands slid to her waist, under the hem of her T-shirt. He dipped his head, voice low as he guided her toward his room. “You’re horrible.”

She broke away and turned, her grin spreading as she studied him, gaze lingering on his crotch. “I thought your slacks were looser. Oops.”

Fuck, she had him wandering the halls like a teenager who couldn’t control a hard-on, and all he could do was smirk like an idiot in response. It seemed like an eternity before they finally reached his room. He fumbled with the lock before finally getting the door open and pushing her inside.

She squealed when he backed her against the bed. She fell back with a laugh, sitting on the edge and staring up at him. Eyes never leaving his, she traced the bulge below his waist. His cock threatened to burst from the teasing contact and strained to get closer to her touch.

“I don’t think I’m the only one wearing too many clothes.”

She unbuckled his belt and slid down his zipper. He clenched his toes inside his shoes. She wrapped her warm fingers around his shaft and freed it from its prison, and a low groan tore from his chest.

He almost came at the sensation of her lips wrapped around him. The smooth ball in her tongue glided along his length, teasing him further. She looked up at him, lips circling his shaft, tongue wet and warm on his skin. She caressed his sac. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Her other hand pumped him in rhythm with her sucking. His balls tightened, and he almost squirmed in agony when he forced himself to break away.

She looked at him, hurt dancing in her eyes.

“You’re going to make me come,” he managed.

Her playful expression returned. “That’s the point.”

Yeah, it really was. He hated himself for stopping her, but he knew it was going to be worth it. “Not yet.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

The hunger in Jared’s voice stole Mikki’s breath.

Part of her still struggled to believe this was actually happening, but the rest of her had locked the doubt aside and was diving in headfirst. He studied her for a moment, before he lowered his mouth to the hollow at the base of her throat. He trailed his tongue along her collarbone and up her neck.

While his mouth worked the soft skin along her shoulder, one hand glided under her shirt and up her back. Seconds later, the clasp on her bra snapped free, and the restraint tumbled loose. He tugged the undergarment and her shirt over her head, and cupped her breasts in both hands. She gasped and squirmed, the dampness between her legs growing when he lowered his head and drew a nipple into his mouth.

She leaned her weight back on her wrists, arching her back to get closer to his touch. Her sex ached, wet with need, as he relentlessly nibbled, alternating between the twin nubs on her chest.

He nudged her shoulders, and she fell back onto the mattress without protest. When his lips trailed down her stomach, she lifted her hips off the bed out of instinct. The smooth fabric of the comforter caressed her bare back. Each new texture on a different bit of sensitive skin melted together, making her head swim. He traced a single finger under her waistband, half tickling, and half taunting before finally undoing her jeans. He slid the remainder of her clothes to the ground.

She struggled for breath as the air kissed her bare skin. “How is it,” she managed to say, “regardless of my attempts at the contrary—” she moaned when his lips brushed the edge of her calf, “—I’m always the one naked first.”

He kissed the edge of her knee. She felt more than heard his response, as his lips vibrated over her skin. “You’re complaining?”

His mouth reached the inside of her thigh, and want spread between her legs. Her muscles clenched in anticipation. She managed a breathy “No.”

His tongue trailed along her skin and along her lower lips. “Good.” The single word carried on a deep growl, drilling into her thoughts.

She gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair when he dove between her folds. She couldn’t find any intelligible words any more. When his mouth wrapped around her clit, a new spike of pleasure jolted through her. She squeezed her eyes shut, and stars danced behind the lids. “Oh, fuck.”

“Soon enough.” His words bounced against her swollen sex. “Jesus, you taste amazing.”

He licked and sucked, and she held him close as she drew toward the edge of climax. Just as she was about to peak, he shoved two fingers inside her. Her entire body reacted, her back arching, driving her into his touch. He pumped, fingers hooked up to hit just the right spot, never letting up anywhere, until a shudder raked her frame and she climaxed.

She pulled away from his touch, every inch of her hyper-sensitive. Slowly she opened her eyes. Her nerve endings felt raw and aware. The caress of the air conditioner, the gentle brush of his lips on her skin, the satin-like fabric on her back, it all danced in and out of her awareness.

She struggled to catch her breath, unable to turn her head or pull her gaze from the ceiling. Seconds later, the mattress next to her shifted, and his bare flesh pressed against her side, cock digging into her hip.

He appeared above her, propped up on one elbow, and brushed a loose strand of hair off her face. “Now, we can do it your way.” The gravel in his voice sparked her desire.

The scent she loved—rain and faint cologne—filled her head. She tilted her head up to kiss him. Her tongue dove into his mouth, the salty, bitter taste of her on his lips. She raised her hands

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