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Keenan: No thinking necessary. My hands would be all over you. You’d be incapable of stopping them.

She shuddered, head to toe, totally digging the underlying threat. She didn’t even have a chance to reply before her phone beeped again.

Keenan: But you need to know all those wishes you had in the restaurant will never come true. I’ll never be able to hold a face-to-face conversation with you. I’ll never be able to murmur in your ear and tell you how fucking sexy you are, no matter how much I want to. I don’t like being this way, Savannah, but it’s who I am.

He gazed up at the building, his focus catching hers. She would’ve liked to believe his lips quirked at the image of her, but in honesty, she couldn’t tell.

Savannah: I’m sorry. I never should’ve said what I did. I didn’t mean it.

It wasn’t a lie. Not in hindsight. He was enough without his speech. In fact, she wasn’t sure if she would like him any other way. The slow progression to get to know him without conversation was a thrill.

Keenan: You did mean it and that’s okay. Most people aren’t comfortable with my silence. But if we spend time together again, we’ll do it someplace private so I can show you how I like to communicate.

His message had a hair-trigger on her shudder reflex. Everything he said had an underlying edge of sexiness. He probably didn’t mean it that way. It was her own mind leading her astray.

Savannah: If we spend time together again?

She didn’t want there to be any question of if. Theywouldspend time together again. And they would do it soon.

Keenan: That’s up to you.

Was he kidding? Of course she wanted to. She was practically falling over her salivating tongue to grasp the opportunity.

Keenan: Savannah?

She nodded and held his stare.

Savannah: I want to see you again, Keenan.

He typed again.

Keenan: Name the time and place and I’ll try to make it happen.

Her fingers trembled as she looked down at herself. She had no makeup on. No suitable clothing either. All she wore was a white hotel bathrobe.

Savannah: Here. Now.

She held her breath and squinted to catch his expression. A smirk tilted his lips, a devilish, pussy-fluttering smirk she wanted to taste.

Keenan: Are you sure?

“Ha.” Her sanity had the same question, but her body had a mind of its own.

Savannah: Yes.

She opened the curtain wider, letting him see her,properlysee her. Robe and all.

Keenan: Be certain, Savannah. We both know I won’t be coming up there to talk.

Oh, Christ. He was giving her an out and there was no way she could take it. She was already lost to anticipation. Her mouth was watering, her nipples hardening. She wanted to be taken by him, to drown under the command of his touch and become a slave to sensation.

Savannah: I’m in room 305.

She watched as he read her message. There was no sly gesture or cocky arrogance at her reply. He merely settled his cell into his jeans pocket and continued to stare up at her.

For long minutes they held the connection. No words. No movements. Just eye contact that grazed every inch of her skin. It was foreplay. Successful foreplay, to say the least. She was already burning for him. Shaking, too.

He pushed from the lamppost, his gaze still locked on her, and strode for the hotel.

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