Page 1 of Dina's Favorite Mistake

Prologue

Girl, what are you doing?

In that exact moment, Dina Farias was trying not to faint as the man she had picked up in the hotel bar punished her with filthy kisses. Braced against the cold metal wall of an elevator, she tottered dangerously on her too-high Jimmy Choo pumps and clutched at the man’s button-down shirt for balance.

Steve.

The Texas Ranger.

She’d never had a baseball player before, and if he fucked as good as he kissed, Steve wasn’t going to be her last.

Tall. Dirty blond. A mustache. Blue eyes. A playful grin. A voice as sexy as sin.

The moment he had sidled up to her at the busy hotel bar and offered to buy her a drink, she’d been gone. Lust amped up to ten. Desire throbbing low in her core.

As a rule, she rarely dated. She had made the mistake of falling in love with a bad, bad man when she was a teenager. He hadnearly destroyed her life and her family. She’d escaped by the skin of her teeth with her baby girl. After that, she had sworn off men.

Well. Mostly.

She was a red-blooded woman with needs, after all.

But there were ways to discreetly scratch that itch without getting involved.

Like one-night-stands when she traveled for business.

As Steve maneuvered her out of the elevator and into the hallway, she decided it was a good thing she was leaving early in the morning. Her head spun from his erotic kisses, and the way he manhandled her with those big, strong hands left her craving more. This man was dangerous—and she could not see him again.

But tonight? Oh, tonight, she was going to seeallof him.

“Darlin’,” he drawled in between feverish kisses. “My room key.”

“Where?” she panted.

“Pocket.” He steered her down the hall, guiding her backward footsteps so she didn’t bang into anything. She slipped her hand into his pocket and was dismayed to feel the plastic keycard there. She’d have to find another reason to feel him up.

“Which room?”

“This one.”

Keenly aware that there were cameras everywhere, she wanted out of the hallway and into his hotel room as quickly as possible. Discretion was the name of the game, after all. She turned away from him and stabbed the keycard into the reader. In the heartbeat it took for the light to turn green, Steve swept aside her dark hair and latched onto her neck, sucking and scraping his teeth over her skin like an animal.

She gasped and grasped the door handle for support, yanking it down and opening the door in the process. The card fell ontothe floor inside the room as they stumbled inside. He kicked the door closed with his foot and then spun her around, pressing her chest against it and covering her body with his much larger one.

“Oh!” She cried out as he groped her, possessively running his hands over her curves. He carelessly tugged at the expensive fabric of her red Prabal Gurung cocktail dress, trying to get his hands on her naked skin. “Careful,” she urged. “It will tear.”

“How do I get this thing off?” he asked, seemingly torn between exasperation and amusement.

“The zipper.” She gasped again as he licked a line along her neck before turning her face so he could claim her mouth in a demanding kiss. Caught between his body and the door, she surrendered to his control. She let go and let herself feel.

Steve abandoned his search for the zipper and simply shoved her skirt up as high as he could, tucking it into the neckline. He whistled at the discovery of her lacy thong. “You’re killing me, darlin’.”

Darlin’. She flushed anew, overcome with the excitement of being under his rough and appreciative hands. He kissed and nibbled his way down her bare back before dropping to his knees behind her. She cried out at the sensation of his teeth grazing along her lower back.

A moment later, he shocked her again by biting the flimsy waistband of her underwear and dragging them down her body. He applied pressure to her right calf, and she followed his silent urge, lifting her foot to allow him to remove her thong. He surprised her by holding her foot in place, not letting her put it back down, leaving her wide open and exposed.

And then, without warning, his mouth was on her. His tongue wasinher. She clawed at the door, panting, moaning. In her experience, men usually waited to offer oral sex only after receiving, but not this man. Not Steve. He was eager andrelentless, his lips and tongue wickedly laving and suckling until her thighs trembled.

Marveling at his skill, she tried desperately to balance on one high-heel and the door in front of her. “Steve,” she said pleadingly. “I’m going to—.”

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