Page 146 of Hidden Ties

Kent went to the window once she was seated to close the drapes.

“You didn’t have to close them,” she protested. “I like looking at the lights.”

Turning around, he stared at her with an unfathomable expression on his face.

“What?”

“You’re drawn to lights, aren’t you?”

She had to think about it. “I guess so.” She shrugged.

He ran his hand through his hair as his eyes delved to hers, as if trying to make up his mind about something. Then the expression was gone, and his smile returned.

“What can I get you to drink?”

“What are you going to have?” she asked, slipping her shoes off with relief.

“A whiskey.” His curt voice made her frown.

Was he regretting asking her to come to his hotel room?

“Do you have any wine?”

“No,” he answered shortly, taking a glass out of a cabinet.

“What are my choices, then?”

Trying not to have her feelings hurt by the way he was acting, she watched as he opened another cabinet to remove a whiskey bottle.

“Bottled water, Coke, Sprite, bottled tea, pineapple juice.” He named them without looking at her.

“Do you want me to go?” she asked miserably.

He was raising the bottle up from pouring it in his glass but set it down on the counter with athumpand placed his hands on the counter as he stared at her. “Do you want to go?”

“I do if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Then I don’t want to.”

Ignoring his drink, he strode toward her, bending down to take her hand. Without a word, he led her to the bedroom.

“I thought we could talk before I brought you in here, but I can’t wait.” He groaned, pulling her into his arms.

She stared up at him dazedly. “I don’t want to wait, either.”

Melting into his arms, she raised hers to circle his neck. His lips brushed over her mouth, his tongue coming out to trace her bottom lip.

“When you played the piano, I wanted to fuck you.” He silkily slipped his tongue into her mouth teasingly, only to pull it back out. “It took everything I could do not to fuck you when I got you in the car. You’re lucky you said yes to coming here, or I would have fucked you in the back seat before I let you get out.”

His hands went to the back of her dress. “Where’s the zipper?”

She smiled mischievously under his lips. “There isn’t one.”

His hands moved to her ribs to slowly inch her dress upward. “This is my kind of dress.”

“I’ll let you borrow it, if you want?” she teased, raising her arms so Kent could slide the dress over her head.

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