Page 33 of Sin City Lights

Adam was there, pulling her close, rock solid and sure against her back, kissing the top of her head.

“Eve. Wake up. We’re here.”

Her eyelids drifted open.

Adam was behind her, holding her against his solid body, his raging need evident against her lower back.

He was fully clothed.

And she…

Oh my God.

She’d dreamed it all. The only real part had been Adam waking her and saying her name.

And one other thing was real.

The evidence was there, in the telltale, tingling feeling and the tugs still pulling in her lower belly.

Again, she had orgasmed with him, fully dressed, beside her.

Except that this time, she’d done it in her sleep.

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Adam

The woman was sexual napalm.

He’d never be able to board that plane again without flashbacks of what he’d witnessed.

Adam signed the reception papers, handed over his black Amex for room incidentals, and heard the receptionist speak, but his brain was still on the G550, watching Eve come straight off the bed from only one touch and the sound of his voice.

To say he had been stunned was an understatement.

Had she been dreaming? Jesus. He’d never witnessed, let alone heard of, a woman climaxing in her sleep.

He’d had to go posthaste back to the cockpit and mess with the flight log for far longer than necessary just to be able to emerge from the plane decent for public view.

He glanced behind him. Gorgeous in a bright yellow sundress, Eve sat on the round green velvet ottoman in the middle of the lobby, killer legs together and slanted to the side. Her delicate fingers wrapped around a champagne flute with a fat strawberry parked on the rim. She sipped, looking at newly arriving guests but didn’t seem to see them.

She looked so serious. At least she’d stopped looking embarrassed. He hadn’t known what to say to help with that, so they had spent the ride to the hotel mostly in silence, now and then exchanging pleasantries with their very jolly and talkative limo driver.

How in the hell was he going to comply with her terms of not touching her the way he wanted to this weekend? Never had a woman responded to him as she had, and he needed to explore a little more. See what this attraction to her was because he sure as hell didn’t understand it.

She evoked feelings.

He didn’t do feelings.

Feelings were for people who had time and emotional space, and he had neither. She’d gotten to him somehow, and it would serve him well to have her already, to put an end to this obsession.

“Here you are, Mr. Larssen. You have four keys to your suite. Breakfast is at Seven restaurant, 7:00 to 11:00 a.m. Your information packet contains a map of the property, local restaurant recommendations, and your Wi-Fi password. Your luggage is being brought up, but you must be there to receive it. Do you need an escort to your room?”

An escort.

Adam almost snorted. “Thank you, I’ve got it handled. I stayed in the same suite last time around.”

“Very well, sir, welcome back to the Ritz-Carlton. Enjoy your stay with us.”

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