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“Is someone coming?”

He shook his head and met her gaze.Lying. There was something deceptive in his eyes, something completely devoid of the passion from moments before. He jerked his chin toward the door behind her and shooed her with his hand.

She couldn’t hear a thing, only harsh exhalations and the pounding rhythm of her pulse. Her nausea returned, coalescing with her panic over being caught.

“Okay.” She shouldn’t trust him. Not his actions, his seduction, or his confidence. She really shouldn’t. Yet she did.

She was a fool for being here. For turning her back, padding into the tiny room and closing the door between them. She’d known he was trouble the moment they met. Without a word, or a smile, the defiance in his eyes had yelled at her to walk away. But, God help her, she was more of a fool for succumbing to the falling sensation taking over her body.

She had to have him. At least a little more than a taste.

Chapter Seven

Savannah inched from the bathroom, unable to see or hear Keenan. As she’d used the facilities, the soft pad of his footsteps had disappeared down the hall. If he left her alone in this huge monstrosity of a house, she would track him down and slay him. No matter how enjoyably her lips still tingled from his kiss.

She tiptoed to the basin, gently squeezed the tap, and let the cold trickle of water wash her hands. An excited prickle of awareness buzzed at the base of her neck. His presence hummed against her skin, making her aware of him before she raised her chin and caught sight of him staring back at her from the mirror. His large frame loomed in the archway, one shoulder lazily resting against the wall.

“We should leave.” The tremor in her voice spoke of fear. Only she wasn’t scared of any physical injury from him. No. She feared for the pain he could emotionally inflict. Her thoughts were already incoherent around him, yet his eyes spoke of cold detachment. She was sure the weight of a million female heartbreaks rested on his shoulders, along with the scorn of a thousand ex-lovers. Another Spencer in disguise, but Keenan seemed far more accomplished.

He pushed to his full height and stalked toward her. One step. Two. He came up behind her, his gaze scrutinizing her in the mirror. She knew what he wanted. Even through the sterile disconnect, she could still sense his desire, could even see it in his unwavering focus.

His hip brushed hers and she sucked in a breath. Stiffened. He turned into her, his chest to her back, his pelvis to her ass, and enticed labored inhalations from her lungs. The rush of static in her ears was deafening and she was sure he could hear the coarse scratch of her throat as she swallowed.

There was no doubt where this would lead. No misconception. She craved whatever he had to give. The only thing nudging her conscience was the where, when, and why. She couldn’t be caught trespassing, especially not when Penny was lurking outside. Her time in Seattle was meant for work. More bad publicity for the Rydel name would ensure a horrific occupancy rate and an end to her secure employment.

“I need to leave.” She needed to run.

He wove an arm around her waist, bringing a silencing finger to her lips and a rush of adrenaline to her veins. With his free hand, he smoothed her hair back from her neck and placed his mouth below her ear. Her skin prickled beneath his lips, a thousand tiny sparks from heaven where their skin touched.

Her hips began to sway of their own accord, the gentle rock, rock, rock causing her ass to brush against something hard and unforgiving behind her.

His arousal.

His cock.

Her cheeks heated. She was far from chaste, yet she hadn’t imagined a man like him would be as turned on as she was. Not when his movements were smooth and calculated. From his reflection in the mirror, his attention seemed almost lazy, absentminded in a completely attentive way.

Christ. She was going insane.

“Keenan…”

He trailed his lips lower, along her neck where it joined her shoulder. He devastated her nerves and made her shake. Every breath she took was filled with his spicy scent. She drew him deep into her lungs, holding it within her, savoring him. Any man in her future would have to smell this good to gain even a sliver of her respect, because every man preceding him already paled in comparison.

She didn’t take her attention off their reflection in the mirror. It was like watching a movie. An out of body experience. Too captivating to be real.

She wanted more from him. Something that wasn’t slow or deliberate. Something entirely unrestrained. She wanted to glimpse a replica of the delirious passion which pounded through every inch of her.

As his lips continued to devastate her, she sank her teeth into her lower lip, fighting delirium. She moved her hips in a rhythm now, harder than before, and ass rubbed with unapologetic strokes against his cock.

She thought she could hear him growl. That a deep, intoxicating vibration was seeping from his chest. She closed her eyes and sank into the fantasy, wondering what he would say if he could speak. How he would sound. How his words would make her feel.

He ground into her, their movements becoming a simulation of sex. The finger against her mouth delved deeper, parting her lips in an erotic gesture that had her opening her eyes to gain a visual.

He stared at her, their gazes mingling in a silent appreciation that tore a whimper from the back of her throat. He flashed a smile at her, pure seduction, and scraped his teeth from her shoulder to the sensitive skin below her ear.

She ached to hear something dirty whisper from his lips.I’m dying to fuck you. To taste you.But nothing came. Only harsh inhalations and the continued thrum of her pulse in her ears. She sucked his finger into her mouth, just the tip, and this time she was certain his growl wasn’t a hallucination. It was deep and dark and devilishly sexy.

He kept his finger in place, while his free hand lowered to her waistband, tugging at her belt. The clink-clink of her buckle startled her, flushing some of the adrenaline from her system. Were they really going to have sex in the bathroom? In the dark? In a complete stranger’s house?

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